Who remembers the Wombles from Wimbledon Common?
They were cute, cuddly and featured on a duvet cover that kept my elder daughter Amy warm and cozy whe she was a little girl. I still have the duvet cover, 20 odd years later.
And now I am in Wimbledon, feeding foxes outside my bedroom window. They're not cute or cuddly, but rather diseased and mangy looking.
There's a lovely village atmosphere in Wimbledon, although we got lost a couple of times as people do NOT know how to give directions. A teenage couple whom we asked told us which number bus to catch, but did not know if we should take it north, south, east or west. So we walked and got more lost. We missed the comedy show, and had coffee instead.
