Asda, then cooking food for the evening, then a tiny nap, then tennis tennis tennis, then over to Paul and Elly’s.

It was actually a shame to go inside to watch the football, the weather was unbelievably nice and the food was delicious and very plentiful. Shame about the result obviously (I liked the sound of that never-confirmed bank holiday) but such a lovely time with the gang watching it. I even liked when the bird-sized moth appeared and started dive bombing everybody at an incredibly crucial point of the match.