Orchids and Tennis

Our friend Dave from Bray (DaveW in the comments on my journal) very graciously came over to Carl's place around noon, complete with a supply of delicious home-made soup which we tackled the moment he left. A neighbour of Carl's from across the street also called in, accompanied by a friend of his who underwent heart bypass surgery fifteen years ago, just to compare notes and provide reassurance.

Because of all the time Carl had to spend preparing his place for the tradesmen recently, he'd fallen a bit behind with work and had to spend some time there this afternoon to prepare for being on-site tomorrow. He's not especially into sport anyway, so wasn't in any disappointed to be missing the men's final from Wimbledon. I, however, settled down to watch it while stretched out like Lord Muck in reclining comfort, leg elevated as per instructions to relieve the swelling. Before a single ball was struck in anger I'd predicted Roger Federer to win in four sets. How wrong can you be? What a match! One of my Formula 1 GP pals dropped in unexpectedly to check on my recovery progress and we watched a lot of the action together, right up until the marathon final set finally went Federer's way.

I'd phoned Carl suggesting that we get takeaway or delivery food rather than have him stuck in the kitchen again, and we did that, settling for a really nice selection from the local Golden Elephant Chinese. Yummy!

Both orchids in the image came from Dave The Soup -- one given to Carl when he hosted a Grand Prix lunch; the other brought in to me to cheer me up in hospital. Thanks, Dave.