Ball boy

Given that Bert is borderline obsessed with balls, I thought he’d find the tennis rather interesting.

He was more interested in his bone. He wanted me to throw it for him. I declined. So he kept putting the rather soggy, chewed bone in my lap. Subtlety isn’t on me of the Baby Sprocker’s strengths.

The tennis match was a real rollercoaster. It was the men’s final from Queens. Not long till Wimbledon now. I can almost taste the strawberries and Pimms.

Wimbledon has been on my bucket list for a long time. I’ve been in the ballot for many years. Not got a ticket yet. One day I’ll get there. Till then, I’ll just have to be content with watching from afar and my own little ball boy.

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