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estrace cream cost It calls itself ‘The Championships,’ as if there were no other, and is such a familiar component of the summer that Brits don’t realise quite what an anomaly it is: 19 courts tucked together like an executive puzzle, grass trimmed to precisely 8mm, the army guarding the show courts, plus cream teas, Pimms and tennis nuts, all served up in a sylvan English setting quite unlike a normal sports arena.