An afternoon of bottoms

Well.

What can one say?

Watched the Wimbledon final avec Pimms (inside, as it was too hot outside). Such a luxury to not be dashing around. However, the chicken for dinner was outside on the bar-b.

And what a final it was, but those rallies were incredibly long. And it was incredibly hot.

I could smell my chicken. I knew I should check, but I couldn't. I was transfixed.

C'mon Murray.

Finally he did it (!!!) and I blipped this pic from the TV, a couple of seconds after he won. Nice bottom Mr Murray ;-)

And still I was transfixed.... I had to take in all of those golden, winning moments... 77 years since a Brit last won; Andy's wonderful Mum, his girlfriend, the crowd on Henman's Hill, the trophy, the interview.

Ok, so then it was time to check the chicken and it's bottom didn't turn out quite as lovely as Andy's. Oops.

Don't care... It was worth it :-))

And most of it was very edible :-)) The chicken. Not Andy's bottom....

PS: I was hoping to catch a triumphant shot, not a bottom shot, but this kinda captured the moment, I think?