Thursday AM I made the trek to Cricklewood to see Diana,
Simon’s mum. She is still her old self
in many ways, but in other ways lost in a bit of a fog. I also saw a young woman who claimed to be
his daughter but I truly couldn’t believe it.
Midday to tennis.
|The 02. Rock star venue. Lights blink on Aces and Break Points. Pretty much the bizarro version of Wimbledon.|
|From my seat. Actually much better than my pathetic pocket Canon shows.|