Seachain an duine a bhíonn ina thost

I'm on my way back to the Department after a meeting, but am
completely stranded about 150m from the building in one of the biggest
storms I've ever seen. Louder even than the one a few weeks ago that
woke me up at 6am. Rain is BUCKETING down, there's lots of lightning,
there's hail, there's sirens and there's extremely loud thunder.
Thankfully I got stranded in a covered area outside a Leonidas cafe so
I'm merrily drinking my cappuccino out in the open hour but with a
roof over my head. Glad I didn't cycle in today.

11:30 and we've found a nice spot on Henman Hill. Quite a steep hill
though - it's a constant battle with gravity. Highlight so far was
stumbling upon Roger Federer practising on one of the open access
courts. We have also acquired a pack of playing cards so have been
playing rummy to pass time until 1pm. 5.5 hours' wait down, 1.5 to go.
We definitely could have turned up at 10am.

9am: estimated still 5000 of the 6000 tickets available. The queuing
is such fun though, I've read quite a lot of my book and, well, that's
it really. But we're queuing for the turnstile now, we're nearly in!

I thought I couldn't live in SW19 and not go to Wimbledon, so here I
am, standing in a queue, and we're still 5 hours from kick-off or
whatever the tennis equivalent is called.

There are a lot of myths flying around about the length of the
Wimbledon queue and how long you need to spend in it. People queued
for two days for quarter final tickets. People turned up at 6am to a
two-mile queue. So we got here just before 6am, worrying that we
wouldn't get in at all on our long walk from Wimbledon station (where
there was a taped off crime scene, by the way). But when we got here,
turned out there was no need for panic: I'm number 265 inthe queue and
there are 6000 available. Feel a bit silly really.