Jean writes:
Well, I was beaten to it today - met someone coming away from the pool as I approaching it.
Tennis was great today. Stan Wawrinka, Novak Djokovic were the big names, and both duly won in three sets. 
The day started with an Aussie favourite, Sam Stosur, who won in straight sets, and finished (for me) with an Aussie legend - Lleyton Hewitt. The 'Fanatics' were out in force and made themselves and their voices felt! Poor Zhang must have felt very intimidated. The raucous Baghdatis fans of yesterday have nothing on the Fanatics.
In the break between the day and night matches, we met an old friend, Peta, who used to work at the Oval in London with my sister, Tina. It was great to exchange news and we arranged to meet again tomorrow, as well as staying with her on Friday, as had been planned.
I made a new friend at the tennis, too, Francoise. Many of our views on players and tennis in general coincided with each other and there were other similarities too, in that both:
- love tennis
- live in Home Counties
- have husbands called David
- like getting away from the English winter
After some years at the top of my favourite breakfast treat, Eggs Benedict has been dethroned.
Take a bow Berries Pancake as served in St Kilda.
Three pancakes are surrounded by three generous pieces of cream each. topped with strawberries, raspberries and blueberries.
A sprinkling of walnuts is spread across the pancakes and there's a small jug of maple syrup to help it all along.
Sad to see Eggs Benedict go but there was a recent warning sign when the eggs were almost cold.
Must be careful however that all the cream in the new number one does not push me over 10 stone!
On me bike
Hired bike for the day and rode along the bay from St Kilda to Port Melbourne then in towards city centre, back out again to St Kilda and late snack.
Brilliant dedicated cycle lanes all the way and flat as a (Berries) pancake.
Port Melbourne was once a thriving concern and during both world wars was the embarkation point for soldiers off to fight thousands of miles away.
Today it appears to host only the odd cruise ship and the doughty liner the Spirit of Tasmania which pops across to Hobart for those who don't want to fly - or swim.
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