No chance...

Isn't it great that we have Wimbledon tennis on TV even if it's raining in London, thanks to the new roof on Centre Court. What a great Halep/Konta match - apart from them screeching like banshees. Who said the women's game is boring? It was so close, I declined an invitation from JR and Archie to accompany them to the Links.

Here Archie is back from his walk, and plonked his toy on my leg, waiting hopefully for a game of tug-of-war while the match is on. No chance, Arch.

In fact, I've done nothing much today again, except to hang some washing out when the drizzle stopped, snoozed a bit, and caught up with a few blippers. I think I'm recovering from my holiday exertions. That's my excuse anyway...

More Norwegian drama tonight - 'Nobel' is rather addictive...