Grounded

We slept late and had to make a run for it to get HH to the club to meet last night’s guests on the tee (some didn’t make it). I took the laptop, the dog and the camera and walked Kayla with camera in hand. These African Tulip tree flower were the best I could manage – the birds were too elusive.
 
Attempts to work were thwarted by having half an eye on the Leicester – Man U game and by lots of people stopping by for a chat. Then our invalid friend, who had said she couldn’t join us for lunch because she had workmen there, appeared in her wheelchair, with her nurse. By the time we finished lunch and came home, I was good for nothing but sleep. I got up again at about 6, but reckon I’ll be heading back to bed pretty early. Maybe an early start on the translation tomorrow?