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Another day so decided to have breakfast at the hotel last night after Ronnies so had a little sleep in even if the sun again was up at 4am for dawn! Our sleep in lasted till eight and it was far too hot to stay in bed so hopped under the the shower head that is dinner plate on size and water comes out like gentle rain or a heavy shower, different. Got hotel wifi working the important things done and then just as I was going to update the blog the internet failed! Well just the little piece that I was trying to use. Wandered around Muswell Hill a little township in a big city, got post cards, couple of mags and then back to the hotel to wait for Owen and then off on a bus and tube (2) to some damn stadium and to see some Wombles before jazz at The Hideaway in Streatham.
The stadium had a shop which is as far as we got, I had no reason to do anything else. The hardest decision was whether to buy a Torres shirt for Roy and Denise, it was three pounds cheaper than any other Chelsea players shirts There were some fans that wanted a large number of shirts printed and that meant a wait for anyone after them of an hour and a half to get any thing printed. Teresa was very kind and did not impose any carrying of blue bags after we left.
The rest of the afternoon was spent deciding what to do around Wimbledon, the common or the tennis, and as Teresa and Owen both enjoy tennis we trained and bussed to the real tennis place in England. We paid for the visit to centre court and the museum which is impressive, especially the John MacInroe section. The centre court is amazing, only the grounds people are allowed near the grass, as they are concerned about the health of the grass and do not want any virus or fungi or mold getting on the grass so keep people away.
The 2012 Commercial games in London will be taking over the Wimbledon venue, after the proper game has finished so will be interesting to see the hoardings everywhere.
As the tennis museum closed at five we went and sat in a small large pub in Wimbledon killing time before jazz and dinner. The dialect of the barmaids is absolutely great and takes me a bit of time to under stand the English that is spoke by `er.
The jazz night was impressive with the teaching being very detailed and intricate, all being discussed in a foreign language called music. Translated the lessons were about emphasizing the sixths and ninths and learning the guide tones.
We both had the chicken burger that had about five chips on the plate all from a single large potato, gives a new meaning to the chunky chips. While we finished our meal the musicians were up to play and jam together which showed us how much Owen has improved since we last heard him play and also how impressed his fellow musicians were with his playing.
The travel home was by bus, train and another bus getting home at midnight for another late night. The hotel internet was back up after being down in the morning so I quickly updated the blog to let people know that we have actually done things.
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