Suffering for my Art!

Picture the scene...The husband comes home from work, it's a Friday, it's hot and he's looking forward to watching Andy Murray playing Roger Federer on Centre Court on the TV.  He goes to the kitchen and mixes himself a Pimms, adding fresh ripe strawberries, cool cucumber, fresh mint from the garden, chilled lemonade and loads of ice.  He's just walking into the lounge with his perfectly constructed Pimms when his wife spots the drink, says one word to him ('blip'), grabs the drink out his hand and dashes upstairs to the sunlit windowsill on the landing, and whisks out the camera, macro lens etc. etc.

He does get his drink back (eventually), which by now is even more nicely chilled, because all the ice has melted, he drinks it, then wanders into the kitchen muttering something like 'I'll have one with ice this time'!

(PS: not a great quality photo as I was being nagged to return the subject of the photo to it's owner.)