Timing

I don't know where the ball went, I was just delighted that they hadn't taken either me or the camera out. After another close shave I decided to call it a day and retreated into goal so they could hammer the ball at me. To be honest when I'd given them my motivational chat this morning about not spending the entire summer slumped in front of the TV this wasn't what I had in mind as an alternative.

Still, the afternoon was livened up by a trip to the Avenue and the texts from Mrs Smith who has been in London all day with a new phone that she hasn't learned how to use yet, meaning she can't find the spacebar which leads to very longonewordtextsthatarehardtodecipher.