The rub of the green

Spent the afternoon snoozing through the two men's semi-finals, coming round at tea time and discovering our (now) Scottish player had lost. Shame. But he was outclassed by a Spaniard on top form. It's great to watch him, not just for his tennis but to try and spot the dozens of funny little idiosyncrasies he has.

There's nothing more mood-enhancing too, when you sit up suddenly, realising you have a night out that you'd forgotten about. So, from being horizontal and morose, I was up, titivated and on the bus within half an hour. It was the team meal so we commiserated our relegation in style.

I took my blip for today using lots of different apertures and funnily enough they all looked the same.