Murray was about to serve for the championship when the only sound to be heard was that of the veritable pin. I sat transfixed by the scene on the wide screen television I had bought just for the tennis. Even from my seat I could feel the tension in the air.
“Mum!” came a call from the next room. “Come and look!”
“Not now! What are they up to?” I mumbled as I rushed to the call.
“I painted Sophie,” Josh announced.
“Pretty!” giggled Sophie.
I rushed to grab the camera. Sophie was painted from head to toe. Both were giggling.
Tennis could wait for the replay. This was priceless.