It certainly was a long night, but we did (just about) manage to survive it. Due to a "crackling of thunder" the boys abandoned the tent and came indoors about 1am. Otherwise everything pretty much went to plan, i.e. the kids ate way too much candy and had hardly any sleep at all.
Today has been given over to recovery - the dragging of weary bodies from one couch to another, the fizz and pop of short fuses, that sort of thing.
In all sorts of ways, I've been reminded of this day - and who'd have thought Murray's "next time" on Centre Court would come so soon and with such a golden result? I enjoyed watching the match online this morning.
The Man was also involved in some different recovery action today - a spot of roadside rescue for friends who'd come a-cropper. Nobody was hurt, thankfully, though they'll have to wait and see if the vehicle they were in will make a full recovery.
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