Phew, What a scorcher

Well it finally seems like summer. The sun is out, I have a nice cold beer to hand and it's Friday. Things are good.

Summer officially began earlier this week when the first cries of "Come on Tim" were heard at a tennis competition in the UK followed by another plucky brit losing pluckily. This kind of thing we have made into an artform over here. And it's Wimbledon time of year already.

We seem to delude ourselves every year.... Auntie Beeb has produced the Tim-Ometer this year to track his progress. Surely this has got to be his last attempt.. hasn't it?

Here we go again.....