The ATP tennis was really good. It was just as well I didn't take my knitting as it was so quick I would hardly have had time to cast on and it was dark in the cheap seats. I was just beginning to get a bit bored, despite the bright lights, loud music and razmatazz (It wasn't Wimbledon) when it was all over. We were sitting up in the Gods somewhere so it was a white ant versus a black ant and the white ant won. David Ferrer beat Novak Djokavic and now I will have to watch the rest of the tournament on the telly to see who wins. There were a few witty wags who shouted "Come on Tim" and a "Come on Andy", who is injured so didn't play. I do like the O2. Perhaps I'll just go there one day to something like a Take That concert. Mr Smith looked pained at the exciting music and swishy lights between the tennis games so I think I'd leave him at home.
I spent most of yesterday making a christmas tree cupcake for December's calender entry. It went wrong. Attempt no 1 looked like a cactus and attempt no 2 looked like a messy bush. Mr Smith was there with his bloody clipboard and stopwatch. On Saturday he will be at golf - hooray! I need some more kit but I don't really want to spend any more money as it is fast becoming more expensive than a Pirelli calendar. Also it has just dawned on me I need twelve pictures and I haven't done one yet. I'd better get on with it before Mr Smith with his time and motion study reappears.
I have just looked at the instant snow in a can and it tells you to carefully read the manual before attempting to make snow .... oh....there is no manual. Oh well, when have I ever let a lack of "structions" stop me? I'll consult Mr Smith - ha ha ha.
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