I have spent a lazy weekend watching the Wimbledon finals - both good matches but the Men's Final today was particularly exciting. The Brits finally have a home grown champion after 77 years! It was so close and tense at times I could hardly bear to watch, but finally Andy Murray (a Scot) prevailed over Novak Djokovic.
We have had on-and-off rain today but, thankfully, I got the grass cut before the rain set in. This has also removed the need to water the garden or fill up the pool. In between times I have finished reading "Daughters of Mars", Thomas Keneally's novel of the Great War and the role of Australian nurses in tending the huge number of wounded soldiers from several countries at the front in Gallipoli and France. This included tending those who were gassed and who contracted a severe form of 'flu in an epidemic that took hold during the last months of the war. The number of casualties and dead was tremendous. Truly horrifying stuff!
Now I am reading "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald, a complete contrast in content as it is set in the decade that followed the Great War and epitomizes a frivolous life style that was the complete opposite of the grittiness of war.
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