Sunshine and the sound of a tennis ball hitting a racquet – yes, Wimbledon is back to my utter delight. Having no NHS work to do today has been a bonus, because I’ve checked all my social media sites, typed up Jane’s notes from this morning, and now have time to watch the first match on Centre Court – champion Djokovic’s match against Soon-woo Kwon. Mr Djokovic has had no trouble taking the first set 6 – 3.

When younger I’d queue up outside the Centre Court in the early evening with a friend. People coming off the court who’d had enough tennis for the day would give us their tickets, and we’d see the great players of the day battling it out. Then we’d get the train home to Kidbrooke to complete disinterest from my mother, who hated tennis, tennis players, tennis commentators, and everything tennis. Later on in life I’d feel the same way about football, but that’s another story…

I’ve watched some thrilling matches in my time, both at Wimbledon and on TV. I used to look forward to watching Billie-Jean, Evonne Goolagong and Chris Evert’s matches (Billie-Jean was interviewed on TV last week and she still looks good at 80 years old), but the 1980 Borg/McEnroe match stands out as one of the best. I also loved Nastase and Connors, who brought some laughter and lightheartedness to matches during the 1970s. I enjoy watching singles matches most of all, as I like the battle between 2 people who both want to win. The doubles matches or team sports to me don’t have the same intensity.

Not a lot of writing is going to get done until Wimbledon’s over…