Blighters

While MrsDB was watching the bat and ball game on TV I ventured into the garden.  Even a spot of gardening is better than endless hours of plip-plop especially when the final is between rubbery face and twisty face.  More petulance there than you can shake a stick at.  (Whatever that means).

I thought this morning the lupins had suddenly come to an inglorious end and upon a closer look I found the culprits.  Grabbed a pic, now it's back out with a bucket of soapy water and a spray gun.

Aw shoot.  I've just heard that the two prima-donnas have aced, advantaged and juiced each other and are likely to be swinging their rackets for another two hours.  I wonder what the TV and sponsor bonuses are for playing extra time?