June screams strawberries and cream – synonymous with Wimbledon, of course. During the school holidays, I played tennis every day with my mum; and we still joke about how many years it took her to part with that old-fashioned, wooden racket of hers! These days I'm still glued to the tennis at the end of June. It's my ritual to perch myself on the sofa and watch match after match, while indulging i...