I don't know about you but I like the tennis game. It's fun watching all those people moving their heads backwards and forwards as the ball goes back and forth between the two legs all dressed in white.
I mentioned Wimbledon to Sebastian and he told me some weird story about creatures that used to wander about picking up the litter. he said his great uncle Bulgaria was one of them and someone called Tobermoray - I think it must have been after one of his afternoon naps and he wasn't quite sure what he was talking about. Mind you there is a lot of litter about and I do sometimes wonder how it all gets cleared up; if it didn't surely there wouldn't be enough room for cats and people.
Well I heard my two legs talking and they were saying that they had to get their order in for tickets or they wouldn't be able to see the tennis and I thought that would be a bit of a shame and then it occurred to me that they wouldn't think to get tickets for me anyway. if they were going to watch it they wouldn't leave the telly on for me and Max to watch so I had to get moving myself.
As luck would have it I popped into my mate's house and he overlooks the ground so I made myself a comfortable bed on the window sill and am ready for when it starts.
You have to get up early in the morning to catch old Casper out you know!
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