Skipping

I'm sitting skipping between the tennis and Tour de France on the telly. Such a delight to see the grandchildren and to get some shots of one of them jumping for joy. And of course it's going to be a tense evening. 

I woke up in the night with Three Lions on the Shirt going round in my head which was then segueing into Here it is Merry Christmas by Slade. So irritating, and I still havn't got rid of the ear worm.