Saturday is our day to sleep in. Once a year though, we set the alarm for Breakfast at Wimbledon. We have watched the Ladies Final through a sleepy haze more than once. It’s a great tradition though, and we love it.
We like tennis, but thanks to brother Bill having been in England and affording us the opportunity to go visit all those year ago, we have an even closer connection to the Wimbledon Tournament. There is a sense and feel to being in London that we recall when we watch the coverage.
But now things are different. We no longer set the alarm. We set the timer on the DVR. We sleep in. We have morning coffee on the patio. Then we go inside and watch the Ladies Final. Commercial? No problem. Fast forward. Rain delay? No problem. Fast forward. It’s a great tradition. Now it’s a little easier for us. And we love it.
Breakfast at Wimbledon.
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