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It's Sunday night and my weekend is almost over. Mum has booked us into another hotel, this time to watch Wimbledon. I haven't worked up the urge to ask if her friend (who's here as well) can drive me home when she leaves. I don't really want to stay here since Mum will be up to 5 or 6 in the morning watching the tennis, and it's a tiny room with one double bed (makes you wonder if she's crazy - I kick lots).
It was funny though, we were watching Nadal pick his undies out of his butt (which he does constantly) and when we saw it the first time we gave a cheer (just becasue it was funny) and about 10minutes later the concierge came up to tell us that people had been complaining that we'd been making noise.
Idiots >< No fun at all.
This is the last week of holidays too, and I haven't done the homework that's due when I got back so er...I should start to do that soon. Probably should have started...who am I kidding? Should have started two weeks ago and I still haven't done it. Slackaaaaaa.
The girl who owns Woody, the horse I've been looking after, well her father came down on Friday and had a go at picking up Woody's feet (he's been really strange about it and hopping around so you can't pick up his back feet) and he has decided that Woody is sore. This perhaps means I won't be doing much at all with him next week. Hope he's ok.
Go Federer!!