6.30am
Woke up before alarm and immediately knew I had a final today, felt awake instantly. Its Indian Independence Day today and the whole city is on high security alert I have just read in the papers, and its a national holiday. Lets hope the tuk tuks are 
functioning as chaotically as usual! Just peered out the window and its raining though, lets hope it doesn't stick around, I’ve got work to do even if the whole of Delhi hasn’t.
11am
Well the rain disappeared long enough for me to have a good hit with the number one seed from the men's tournament who grinned at me when I asked if we could start short in the service box. Guys never do this, girls always do, its the same with cross courts in the pre match warm up, its a girl thing!He obliged and we had a good practice, I then walked onto the match court and warmed up with my opponent and we had got to volleys when we got rained off for the first time. So we had a 40 minute break and went back on, this time getting through the warm-up and 2 whole points of average quality before the rain really came, and now I’m back in the hotel drinking tea and wondering if it is going to stop all day. I just want to get on with it!
1.25pm
Just got asked out for dinner by an Italian guy player who I met yesterday at the courts, he didn’t waste any time! I accepted his offer though:) Rain looks like its subsiding and we have a start time of 2pm so last minute preparations of Gatorade,grips and hair and then back to the courts which are bound to be surrounded by a mud bath by now. Let’s hope this is the last time I have to go back there!
5.30pm
Gutted. Sad. Bitterly disappointed, and very very tired. I could have won, I should have won, but I didn’t. I lost 7-6 6-2 having been up a break in the first and having had 3 set points in the tiebreak. I was playing the better tennis for most of the match but as we well know, that doesn’t ever guarantee winning. There wasn’t anything left in the tank today, at 1-0 in the 2nd I threw the ball up to serve and my legs just gave way when I tried to push up from the floor. I did everything I could with what I had, but losing still hurts. A lot.
7.45pm
I’ve been trying to change my flight from Monday to tomorrow for the last hour, just want to get out of here now, but it seems there’s no availability on the Dubai to London leg of the journey so it looks like its one more day in Delhi for me. But without stepping foot on a tennis court methinks! I cancelled on the Italian for dinner tonight telling him that I am not good to be around when I have lost (it’s true, I can be utterly antisocial at times) but we have re-arranged for tomorrow night, let’s hope I’m in a better mood by then! I still feel pretty down but I spoke to Mum and Dad and my coach and they made me see that I had had a great 2 weeks and that winning 14 out of 16 matches in 12 days was a pretty good effort. Maybe I did ok after all…
10.30pm
I’ve been packing and sorting things in my room, and I took down my goals sheet which I had stuck to the mirror when I first arrived. Two weeks ago I walked into my coaches office to talk about this trip and he asked me what I wanted from it. My reply was to win both tournaments. He laughed and said ok in an ideal world yes, of course. And then showed me the piece of paper on which he had written 11 things for me to think about while I was away, that included enjoying being healthy and competing again, and some technical and tactical things that we have been working on. It also said that ultimately I had put in a great deal of hard work over the last 6 weeks so what would determine the success of the trip would be my mental state- tolerance, acceptance, patience and perspective. Not my strong points I can assure you! But this time I think I have had and needed all four of those qualities at different times, and yes, I think they have determined the success of the trip.
There was a number 12 a little further down the sheet….8 singles wins, 1 singles title, and 1 doubles title. I wanted to win both tournaments which would have been 10 singles wins, he wanted 8, we got 9…..how’s that for a compromise?! Oh, and then there was the titles….
11pm
Delhi diary…over and out.