Day 6/7

Last night I made a hot air balloon and it was so much fun. It took hours to make on account of the (nagging) perfectionist that was in charge of the proceedings but I have to admit it was totally worth it in the end. We went to the top of Primrose Hill and set fire to the little ball of cotton wool and watched as it filled with hot air, started to rise, and eventually floated up and away towards Camden. It was a thing of beauty. There is something so rewarding about spending hours making something and then seeing it actually work. So if anyone saw a big white tissue paper lantern/hot air balloon flying over the night sky of north London at around 12.30am this morning (Saturday 29th May 2010) twas a little gift from us (Tess, Red, Sas, Ben, Kiss) to you.

Tennis! Murray-ray played yesterday and looked pretty darn good those first two sets. He was in control and sending ol' Baggy scrambling all about the place. All looks well as he starts the third set, and we, the British fans, are looking forward to an easy passage into the fourth round and a well-deserved break for Murray who came onto court just 20 hours after completing his match against Chela. But Murray, being Murray, decides to fall asleep for the next 25 minutes and all of a sudden he's lost the third set 6-0. I mean, 6-0. Just, what? He went on to win the next set 6-2 and therefore the match but it's moments like that that worry me. Why do they happen? You never see Fed or Nad or Djocko just letting a set slip by. It just doesn't seem like the right way to be, the right thing to do. Murray said he was conserving energy for the fourth set that he knew was coming after he lost his first two service games in that third set but wouldn't it be better to keep trying? To not let your opponent see that lack of focus so starkly? Tennis is all about the mental and if you let a player know so obviously that you've gone off the boil it's just going to hand them the mindset advantage, surely? Ok, with Baggy he got away with it but against Nadal? Federer? I don't like his chances.

Meanwhile, Djocko is through in four, Nad is through in three in a very entertaining match against Hewitt (who I have always liked and respected - he's like a dog with a bone in the best possible way. Saw him play at Wimbledon last year against Stepanek; great match. He was two sets and a break down, the rain came for about twenty minutes, and Hewitt came back out a changed man. He fought to win the third then won the fourth and fifth quite easily. It was great to watch.), Janko won in two (I'm going to say it now - I think she's going to win it this year. Yep, that's right, I do.), Serena won in a very sketchy three (did not feel at all good in the second set and lost it 6-1 - odd, not something you usually see with her), Petrova pushed out Rezai (epic), Verdasco edged past Kohl (also epic), Kuz is out (about time - she has been skating on thin ice since the get-go), and the saddest news I've had to bring to you since this blog began... Andy Dreamy Roddick is out of this years French Open. Well and truly out. Beaten in three shattering sets by Russian qualifier Gabashvili (who?). The bright side? He got three games after a dodgy and injury-ridden few weeks and now moves onto his home; the grass. I love watching Roddy on the grass. Tis where he belongs in my opinion. Bring on Queen's.

I'll keep you blogged...