Innocent Face...

What?

I don't know what you're even saying...

I wouldn't even know where to begin with pulling the fur off my tennis balls. No sir, no sirree. Not at all.

I'm respectful of all my toys.

Well, I have occasionally de-stuffed something but only because I forgot myself for a moment. But tennis balls? They're like sacred, yeah?

I'd never de-fur them. No. Never. Not me. Not me, ever.

How could you think such a thing of me, aprecious?

Indeed. And it's raining so here's the inside shot. At least Wimbledon has a roof and I can watch Andy Murray when I am working from home this afternoon.

Swam two miles. Side fine. Slightly behind schedule.