Jus' playin'

..with the emergency wonky-cat with a load of chairs shot. I've not been very well today (another cold; yes I've lost count of the number I've had in the past ten months, despite the garlic tablets) so after work, I headed home in the heatwave and lay down for a quick zizz, having cancelled my massage patient.

I make a very poor patient myself, but CleanSteve was kind enough to bring me a boiled egg and toast soldiers! When did I last have those? I wondered. After much lying around in what my mother used to jokingly call my Elizabeth Barrett-Browning pose (stretched out on a daybed or sofa) I managed to make a simple supper for both of us, but really the rest of the time has been a write off. Steve is very excited about Wimbledon, but I reached my peak of adolescent tennis excitement in the Borg/McEnroe years. It's a different game altogether in 2015.