Tennis Club Lunch

Len's tennis club, (Oaks in Charnwood), celebrated its Christmas lunch today at the Old Bull's Head in Woodhouse Eaves. After I'd taken photos of everyone assembled, Ali insisted in taking a photo with me in it. Here it is.

Len and I returned to rescue Basil, who was most indignant at being abandoned, and popped down the road to fix up Colin's phone with voicemail. Then to Leicester to see George, Kat and William.

My Uncle Dave had phoned first thing to ask if I had any more news about Mum and when there might be a funeral. I have no news.