A historical and momentous weekend

Good morning dear friends, family and people I barely even know. Once again we all join together, standing arm in arm and side by side in solace. Having witnessed, once again, the deep orange sun setting and dip below the curve of another weekend. Now the new week has dawned, Monday is upon us, already nipping at our heels and demanding our attention like a badly behaved puppy. But, before we pick up this naughty pup and tuck it under our arms, when it will no doubt try to nibble on our noses, or indeed, just carry it over to, and rub it's nose in the mess it has left by the back door. Let's just have a little look back to the weekend.

I'm sure there are none of us this morning who can ignore the fact that during the course of the weekend, something rather amazing and historic for our country happened. Something, that none of us really thought, deep down, that we would ever see. Something momentous. Something that has lifted the spirits of our entire Nation. Yes, that's right, I am of course talking about an uninterrupted and hot, gloriously sunshine filled, proper Summer weekend. Oh and apparently some Scottish bloke won a game of tennis.

Don't get me wrong, I am very very pleased for Mr Murray that he won. He seems like a smashing bloke and certainly deserved it and fought very hard indeed for it. It has always just niggled me slightly that we are, so pride hungry and all too keen to label players with the British stamp of approval, proudly claiming him as ours, simply because he is doing very well. I mean let's not Greg Rusedski for example, and he was Canadian!! We all know, that if there was a chap from England who had Andy's blistering skills and was doing as well, we would definitely dub Mr Murray as merely Scottish.

We all pump ourselves up with so much pride and say how proud we are that we won! Although I have never have really understood why? I mean, none of us actually played or had to face the pressure that he must of felt under. We didn't help train him or have any input into how good he has become, so let's all just turn it down a notch. It's absolutely fine to be very pleased for him and comment on how proud his family and trainers must be feeling, not to mention his very fine indeed girlfriend. But let's not all get so inflated with pride that we end up looking like a bunch of arrogant arses.

Right, Moanday moaning over with, let's get back to making the most of basking in this simply divine bout of Summer we're having!