Oh well! That's life. I had "my" week last week and this time I was forced to hand over to my team captain. We had a good match and I wasn't ashamed of my 5-7, 3-6 defeat although I would have liked a third set. I couldn't have lost to a nicer person and I hope she goes on to retain her title. She certainly deserves to.
I make no excuses for being out played. She's better than me. We both suffered from the heat (28 degrees and NO shade) and it was a relief when the match was over from that point of view.
It's interesting though. When I play someone I usually find something to dislike about them and that gives me an additional reason to really need to beat them. But when I play against Muriel it's very difficult - no, impossible - to find anything to dislike. She's just too nice! However, the gloves are off for our next match (we are both hoping to enter another locallish tournament) as she admitted afterwards that she was fighting for France and therefore up against, not me, but England! So now I know. Before we face each other again I will have to get her round for a "friendly" supper where she is quietly fed the history of Waterloo, Ypres, Agincourt and Trafalgar! Beef Wellington will be on the menu!
Now, back to Wimbledon.