One of these days there will be a tennis player named Daniel Smith.

I’m fairly certain my children will all have names with 9 consonants in a row and at least one X and one Z in both the first and surnames.

I’ll be that mum in the stands, cheering my baby on in a Ralph Lauren dress with a glass of Dom Perignon. Okay bottle. A bottle.

I’m also open to marrying one of the players.

One can only hope.