When Murray called 6-Love-6
You can carry your phone all day and no-one calls. As soon as you put it down for five minutes, your boss, your superiors and the boy you've been pretending to ignore for days phone. In my case, my boss called and left me two text messages involving the words: "urgent."
A little unnecessary - all they wanted me to do was go to the roof and read texts for John McEnroe. Yes, he's a cult figure, yes, I know his reputation (McEnroe that is, not my boss) but what was he going to do, eat me?
Far from it. In fact he barely spoke to me, I spoke when spoken to and posed the questions we invited listeners to send in. My favourite: "where would you rank the number one women's player in the men's ranking?" A fair bit of goading and the inclusion of Andy Murray led to some pretty inflammatory remarks.
A year ago, I might have jumped on the defensive, arguing about women in labour and making the point that in a recent ultra-marathon only 50% of the men's field finished but 100% of the women made it across the line. I didn't for once - I kept schtum. I kept irrelevant facts to myself and listened.
No I haven't abandoned my burning bra. For one of the first times in this tournament I thought before I opened my mouth: you can't compare the two. It's like saying, "Is that apple as good as that banana?" They're different. You see, every day really is a school day.