Come on

I finally got around to buying in some local strawberries to serve today. Not the hardest of tasks but new things are often a little daunting. It's very hard to know what to expect from tomorrow's customers - will they all drift away at 2.30 to be home for the match? Or will they stay cocooned from the football and eat strawberries and scones all afternoon? I wish I could watch it myself. It'll be gutting if I stay open just for two walkers and a dog. I'll feel the same a week on Sunday when Andy Murray's in the Wimbledon final.