Pimms

Now as Rebecca Black would talk sing, "It's Friday"....

Wimbledon. Laura goes to Wimbledon, again. Laura waits in line, again, but this time Laura gets to go into Wimbledon! 

 

 

It was a lovely day for spectating tennis. We arrived around 11:00, and waited in line for an hour and a half. We met Peter. Peter is an Aussie. Peter is nice. Peter had a 24 hour flight and waited in the line on 2 hours of sleep! Thumbs up Peter! 

12:30 we are in Wimbledon! We head to the infamous hill and find a grassy seat and a brilliant view of the big screen television. We found ourselves siting there until 7:30, with Peter and friendly ladies to our right. :) 

They had snacks galore, a large blanket for perching, and pimms. I love pimms. I know now what pimms taste like because those friendly ladies gave us a cup of their homemade version. It is some sort of alcohol mixed with lemonade and fresh fruit. Oh, and mint too. Swallowing mint leaves is odd, but I still love pimms. You all should make pimms...look it up! 

Well folks, that was my Friday. Not much to say, but overall it was a delightful day!