Weren’t so lucky with tickets this time. Last year I went with Honey and we queued for 7 hours but at least we saw 5 hours of tennis. We forgot to do the ballot last year but said we’d get tickets for one of the main courts by any means necessary.
Anyway met Janie at Southfields when
she eventually got there. She was 40 minutes late but I had the nice ticket man
to keep me company. He was telling me how all the staff got offered tickets for
Wimbledon every year. I offered to let him grab my arse
for a pair of Centre Court
She said she thought he was mad but
when Baldrick perked up and said he wouldn’t mind if his Mrs sent him a video
of her feet in sandals getting wet, we knew he had a bit of a fetish. He said
he’d never told her about his fetish and we said he should.
We got back to the station about
half 8, there was this woman sat opposite us in her 50s I guess with the
sexiest outfit on. It was a white tailor fitted sleeveless dress with black
trip on it, she was wearing a black bolero cardigan with black shoes with a
white trim. She had a really short pixie haircut with hoop earings. She looked amazing
so I told her when I got off the train. She seemed genuinely surprised but I
had to tell her how amazing she looked cause when people have told me in the
past, its really perked me up.
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