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Tomorrow is another day. An Ikea fry-up in the morning followed by a trip to the Pentland Fry this evening cancelled out all this afternoon's efforts on the tennis court.

My wise friend who had flown in from Africa stayed over, offered me many words of wisdom then left. She was quickly replaced this evening by Lady Findhorn's daughter #1 and her rather incongruous black pudding supper.

She'll regret it.