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It's [expletive deleted] Wimbledon.
It has blighted my life for the last 50 odd years.
Went out, well a bit more , with a girl. She was a teacher. There were 6 of us sharing a flat, in some middle class comfort.
I worked 0800 to 1600, in a cosmetic factory - managing nail varnish and perfumes production.
No commute and nothing to do outside those hours - except get on with a normal life. Generally involved beer.
Then July came and I came home smelling worse than a barber's cat with the latest batch of whatever it was we were ripping off that week. This was inconvenient, the next part of my day was a shower and hanging my clothes out in the garden to blow away the fragrance of the day. Mostly rip offs of what was the scent of the moment.
Generally at this point the ebb and flow left me with at least 2+ hours before i would have company. Also pubs did not open until 1700.
Anyway, I find that the teacher is established in front of the big [for those days] TV watching tennis. Not right.
Then there's a fortnight of this malarky to endure.
Fast forward 50 years. I'm still, just married to the lady and I still have this hateful period at the start of July. In the past I would leave for extended sailing trips with a rendezvous late in July with the lady.
Now I'm stuck in the same 10m squared zone and Wimbledon!
I think this is in the cruel and inhuman punishment category.
Next year I am going on an extended cycling Bummel - but where?