
“If he wins, Andy and Kim will have to call the baby Davis,” I say to Seb. We’re in the nest in front of the television, and Andy is leading David Goffin 6 – 3, 7 – 5, 5 – 3. Kim Murray is due to give birth in February. “Or David,” Seb says, as […]
“If he wins, Andy and Kim will have to call the baby Davis,” I say to Seb. We’re in the nest in front of the television, and Andy is leading David Goffin 6 – 3, 7 – 5, 5 – 3. Kim Murray is due to give birth in February. “Or David,” Seb says, as […]
The flat phone rings at about 9.30pm last night, just as I’m watching Andy Murray versus Bernard Tomic, recorded earlier in the day. I already know that Andy won, and that we’re now in the Davis Cup final, but I missed the match. “Hello,” I say. “Hello my lovely,” Seb says. “I’ve just arrived.” “So […]
“So,” Seb says. He’s parked just outside the flat. We’ve just been out to lunch. “Yeah,” I say, my gaze fixed on his toned, tanned forearm as it rests on the steering wheel. His other arm is round my waist. Don’t want to look at his face in case I burst into tears. Again. He’s […]
Happy International Women’s Day everyone. Unfortunately am spending it: making self look pretty for my Seb; cooking, cleaning and waiting for him. He is, of course, running late: he’s lost his phone and so on. As MadFatRunner says, am “a slave to the Patriarchy.” “He does seem to have a somewhat calamitous relationship to logistics,” […]
“It’s a suffocating performance from Andy Murray,” the commentator says. I’m watching the Davis Cup with the parentals. Andy is pulverising the American Donald Young: he’s just taken the first two sets in thirty minutes or so. Andy’s looking fit, tough and untroubled by his back or his opponent. Which is good. It’s a riotous […]