Feeling neglected

Eggy hasn't been blipped for a while, so here's a little wistful portrait. He spent last night in the porch, into which he sneaked when I was locking up. He never goes into the porch. Never. Anyway, he didn't seem overly perturbed when I released him this morning, and has spent the day doing mysterious things (aka sleeping) in the garden, so he completely failed to watch the first amazing semi-final. Now Mr Murray is batting away, and we'll see what we'll see.