Not the most fun day. 

Poor little Gibbles the guinea pig passed away this afternoon as, swathed in a towel, she lay on my lap,  watching Wimbledon.  At six years old, and recently very lethargic, which is why I brought her indoors from her hutch this morning, this wasn't totally unexpected, but still, very sad all the same. 

She now lies at rest with her siblings in the garden.  

And then the rain started. 

At least there was some exciting action and great results on centre court.