A day at home today. L doesn’t even 'storm' out of bed to do her Parkrun.
Which isn’t really the way to get the t-shirt for doing 50 of them. Not that
the boys and I complain. None of us get out of bed until noon.
Then it’s tennis and cycling all the way. Wins for Robson,
Murray and some of our doubles teams at Wimbledon and someone wedging a bus
under the finish line at the Tour de France.
In between I attack the jungle in our garden. My attempts to
bring the hedge into line is thwarted by the hard work my Dad’s ancient hedgecutters
make of it. In the end I give up and go buy a new pair from B&Q. Everything
is suddenly much easier, particularly on my arms because the new cutters are a fraction
of the weight of the old ones.
(Saturday 29th June)
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