Boo Hoo. Wimble-done for me this year. I have ongoing numb bum from sitting on Centre Court for almost ten hours yesterday. I’ve just watched the TV highlights - there is a close up of me cheering and foaming at the mouth, not with excitement, but with coconut mushrooms.
Princess Beatrice was in the front row of the Royal Box. She has an interesting cute camel face. Elaine Paige was in there too, doing a lot of throat flirting with a younger man sat close by. Cliff Richard was in position as always, looking supremely waxy.
I was lucky enought to have access to the Debenture Lounge and on a quick dash to the air conditioned loo I overheard two ladies, dressed in pale paisley print pleats and mid heels, in distress. They were at the entrance to the restaurant and fighting the good fight for their afternoon tea. A very polite girl, most likely a student doing a summer job, was apologising profusely.
The headline news was that the ladies were welcome to have tea and scones, but not cake, because it had sold out.
”Margot!” cried Celia, “ This girl says they have run out of kick!”
“Impossible, Celia!” Margot refused to accept the bad news.
“It’s true. We may have tea, and scones, but no kick!”
“But that’s just silly!”
“Incredibly silly. There must be kick.”
At this point the young girl offered that pair a feedback form for them to complete which she would pass to the Catering manager on their behalf.
“Can I eat a feedback form?” asked Margot
“Does it have sugar icing?” asked Celia
Viyella women give good sneer.