Really sad I missed Isner and Mahut’s match yesterday. I so wanted to see them again after last year’s epic. Lynne Truss claims that it’s the “emotional repression on display that attracts the female heart,” that us women can’t help doing the feeling in cases of gladiatorial stoicism. Perhaps she’s right – I, for one, was enthralled by every minute gesture and, although I’d been rooting for Isner, was almost in tears when Mahut didn’t win.
It was the same kind of feeling when I was inexplicably invited to watch the Cambridge University bumps last weekend. I could feel the adrenaline flowing and a lump in my throat when the starting gun went. And there’s a really satisfying aesthetic and other worldly quality about people who are so focused on doing something well.
Anyway, couldn’t watch Isner and Mahut because we were meeting builders at our new house. Well, still no contracts exchanged and the sellers have slowed up but fingers crossed, please, please etc!
It’s the weird limbo thing of not getting too excited in case it doesn’t go through while simultaneously planning what needs to be done.
They say it’s one of the most stressful life events, moving home. In that case I’m justified in taking the afternoon off for another dose of emotional repression, right?