WIMBLEDON: Days 1 and 2

I'm afraid that this place will be a dumping ground for Wimbledon thoughts for the next two weeks. (It's the icon that did it.)

Word of the day, courtesy of Peter Flemyng, is lobbable. It's appropriate that Venus Williams's match is being shown at the moment, because I wanted to mention her hair! It's scary! (The fringe, I mean).

The last couple of days have been frustrating, as I have to be at work, stuck with depending on others for updates (yesterday I had family on the phone telling me that the British girl has a match point against Hingis. The BBC's website showing me that she has a very typical collapse). At least there are still oodles of matches to watch when I get home - what did we do before the red button? I watched the Henman match last night, but not this afternoon. Again, dependent on others to let me know abut the result. What I did see was suitably gut-clenching, although that's nothing new with Henman, except it was a real quality encounter between 'two wily old campaigners'. Tennis years are of course, like dog years.

I have yet to hear a Michael Stich commentary yet - boo! And I haven't started Sally at School yet either. Well, I am watching Wimbledon, after all.