my terrifying husband

M, on being asked to pose however he likes for my blipfoto. Made me laugh, anyway. Tennis this morning. I was glad to play but my standard was absolutely woeful and I felt sorry for my partner. Home to do last bits of Christmas shopping, online; rack my brains for suitable books for book club in January; panic about long and alarmingly efficient email re: Artists Houses in May; and now to get dinner ready and postpone everything I possibly can.