Nibbles

With my broken ankle behaving itself beautifully but the attached foot still intent on restricting my mobility, I am relegated to the settee, my foot elevated, with my knitting,  watching the final of the men’s single at Queens. 
By dint of not bending my foot at each step I did manage to hobble across to the café for a breakfast coffee with one of the Merry Widows back from her week in Amble to hear about  what I had missed.

These olives are the remains of the nibbles on offer at last  Friday’s  libation and make for the only blip available to this housebound lady today.