The Naads Bulletin

Twelve hours and thirty-four minutes on court. Ten sessions. That's the kind of week that leaves blisters on your soul and a suspiciously high calorie burn of 4,378 — the equivalent of roughly... actually, the desk stopped counting. Suffice to say, she earned her oats.

Monday was the heavyweight contender: a 109-minute slugfest that spiked the heart rate to a dizzying 197 bpm, just warming up for a 90-minute follow-up. Tuesday brought a brutal triple-header, because apparently one day of rest was too much to ask. Wednesday pushed past the two-and-a-half-hour mark, and Thursday kept the pressure on. Saturday, mercifully, was a lighter double plus a 25-minute 'activity' (we suspect a cool-down walk where she pondered the meaning of forehands).

Through it all, the ladder remains steady: No. 2 in Bedfordshire 14U, 1,615 points, watching the summit. But numbers aren't the whole story. The photo of the week — a slice of birthday cake from last month — reminds us that even a machine needs fuel. And the visitors ticked over 446 this week, so someone out there is watching the ascent.

The diary stands quiet, all focus on the clay. The wall waits, empty. The arcade holds its breath.

Next up: a date with destiny on the grass of SW19. The Road to Wimbledon awaits, and she's taking the scenic route through a hundred forehands.