Tennis Ball, My Liege

The tennis court was empty as we walked by this afternoon. A lone tennis ball was looking serene. As in calm, peaceful, untroubled. Probably happy to be having a rest rather than being painfully bashed about by a couple of guys with rackets.

For Abstract Thursday, so given a bit of Topaz treatment.

Apologies for the title. I know Henry V inside out as we did it for English Literature O level.

In other news poor Rory is still in hospital. They are trying a wider range of antibiotics.

One year ago:
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