Tennis Tournament of Doom today

... at 9 CEST. Keep fingers crossed, please, for nothing embarrassing to happen, like falling down, dropping my raquet or similar occurrences.
I slept well and merely had one pre-tournament dream, in which I was wandering through enormous, labyrinthine premises, searching for a place to change into my sports gear. Needless to mention, I presume, that I was wearing only a bra and trying to cover my nether half with my raquet.
Since Monday is a Macedonian holiday (something to do with some glorious revolution), and [...] won't be working, I have certain hopes for Mr H not showing up, because he might want not to spoil the 3-day weekend.
*wibbles atrociously*