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In (what I am rapidly learning is) 'typical Britain fashion' an absolutely perfect sunny week was followed up with a wet and cold weekend.
But that didn't stop us from heading into our new home town to soak up the atmosphere of the Wimbledon Tennis Tournament.
After a disappointing run in the World Cup, an average looking outcome in the cricket, and just being generally shit at any sport they've ever invented, it looks like the Poms are hanging all their hopes on the tennis.
Wimbledon is buzzing. There are giant tennis balls and racquets everywhere, big screens on the street, lawn covered lounges and routemasters full of tourists providing a never-ending supply of pedestrians to stand in the way. Even Morrison's supermarket have renamed themselves 'Murrison's' in honour of the reigning champ.
All in all it's a great atmosphere, if somewhat damp this weekend. It's a great place to be living.
But that didn't stop us from heading into our new home town to soak up the atmosphere of the Wimbledon Tennis Tournament.
After a disappointing run in the World Cup, an average looking outcome in the cricket, and just being generally shit at any sport they've ever invented, it looks like the Poms are hanging all their hopes on the tennis.
Wimbledon is buzzing. There are giant tennis balls and racquets everywhere, big screens on the street, lawn covered lounges and routemasters full of tourists providing a never-ending supply of pedestrians to stand in the way. Even Morrison's supermarket have renamed themselves 'Murrison's' in honour of the reigning champ.
All in all it's a great atmosphere, if somewhat damp this weekend. It's a great place to be living.