Court One revisited

There are days when you just can't believe your luck. Here I am siting in the stands of Court One in Wimbledon, completely on my own. The place was totally mine. Brilliant.
This was the last of my study days. Now I have to learn all the facts, the champions, all the behind the scenes stories. (I was very disappointed at the lack of juicy gossip, I'm afraid). Oh, and forget about tickets, we don't even get those. It's not part of the brief.

W continues with his visit to his dad so I've got the house to myself. He always comes back sad and depressed from visits home. One of those horrible situations you can't change.
Still he'll be happy he's not here tomorrow. I'm working early and need to leave the house at some ungodly hour.