A visitor

Firmed up dates to go to London, staying with friends. Had booked a ticket for the Tate Expressionists (Kandinsky, Münter and the Blue Rider), but swapped for a few day later.

Met Mr B in the Nici, after his tennis. Despite all the weather warnings, for rain and even a tornado, it's been a beautiful, mild day.

We sat on the terrace. Saw this cute little crane-fly by my feet. It just stayed long enough to blip.

Watched the documentary and subsequent news on Al Fayed's shenanigans. Not that surprised, although some of details are pretty distressing. What is a disgrace is now he's dead, and can't face the music ... it's being made public.