Crisps?

Gym✔️

Eventually warmed up today, but not till after the tennis, which was good timing. Though Nadal's match wasn’t exactly riveting. In fact, in fact, so predictable was it that I could also listen to a couple of podcasts so as not to waste time.

The visitors and I popped over to visit Uncle A in the morning, and Archie was taken for a walk up the hill in the afternoon, while the less energetic folk just watched energetic chaps playing tennis.

Actually, it's a perfect evening, but it didn’t look too hopeful when JR was planning tonight's meal. She's off cooking duties for a whole week now. But the menu could be snacks...

Which reminds me, when in Lisbon I ordered 'chips' but they were crisps. Then I had 'chips' at the 'Fado' evening and they were a peely wally soggy apology for hot chips. I love crisps. Archie thinks he’d love them too, but he's not to have them.