Tè al limone

Thought I’d got off to an early start. But somehow, after a visit to the bank, it’s already 2.15. Sitting in Ponti Sipping a lemon tea, while Mr B is urging me to hurry up to go. A table of Mr B’s tennis pals here. Asked us to join them at the Cabaret the café is putting on. Weren’t planning to go, but might be fun with them.

Not much else for the moment – – – –