New Balls Please

Day one, Wimbledon.
White shirts; green courts; red strawb'ries;
But will rain stop play?

You may have noticed I've used poetic licence, but, in my defence, who actually pronounces them "straw berries"?? ;)

Sat in the garden for our post work cuppa I noticed that the shadow of the lamp post was almost tennis racquet shaped, Stella's abandoned ball was just in the right place at the right time!

In other news, today was much better than yesterday...bath-time passed without incident, some actual work got done, and I'm looking forward to more vestibular physio tomorrow.

We are not, however, amused by the stormy weather. Especially as it hasn't solved the humidity issue!