For The Last Five Or Six Years

From Where We Lived, To Practise In St Louis Was An Hour-and-a-half Drive Each Way, So That Took A Lot Of The Time. So Really, Our Lives Just Took Different Paths.

I Always Insist On My Jeans Being Ironed. Is That A Problem?

Bjorn Was A Different Breed, I Threw My Best Material At Him, But He Would Never Smile, But That Added To The Charm When He Played Me And Mac. We Were Going Nuts And Losing Our Mind And He Was Sitting Back Like He Was On A Sunday Stroll.

But Why Should I Read What Somebody Else Thinks Of My Life When I Know The Real Story?

There Was Never Anything I Wanted To Do More Than Play Tennis. Never Once Walked Out There And Thought, 'i Wish I Was Doing Something Else.' Not Once.