Holidays and Wimbledon

Ah, holidays. It's always bittersweet to return and why is there always a strange smell? Ah. Methinks I know... A fusty house, with the odd dead moth, a forgotten packet of carrots and dead flowers is hardly the homecoming dreams are made of but quickly, the faded flowers and long dead carrots are gone, the smell of food wafts in from the kitchen and we run back and forth to watch Andy Murray play in the semi-final of Wimbledon. So, with the bags still half in the car, half scattered about the hall, it is time for a tense and nail-biting dinner in front of the tv whilst we watch the young Scot play the game of his life. More on food, unpacking and competitions in a wee while...