There were parties there were holidays, and postcards from the beach.

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Oh Tim. I didn't watch the whole match but tuned in for the last few games and the interviews. It was fitting that it ended at Wimbledon and that they won so well but still heartbreaking, really, because I knew who Tim Henman was before I ever watched tennis. I'd have stopped in the street to ask for his autograph years before I'd have given Roger Federer so much as a second glance. He's been tennis in this country forever and it's the end of an era.

Makes me think that after Roger retires, after Andy does, I'll drift away from tennis. None of the young guys really hold my attention in the same way. Guess it's like the WWE wasn't the same once Rock left or without Jericho and Austin. Though, at least tennis has a senior tour I can start stalking instead.

Today I have a million and one things to do. I had them all to do yesterday to but instead I lazed around the garden, getting wet knees from crouching on the grass and trying to take pictures of the cats. The grey cat - dubbed Kitty, for lack of an actual name - has taken to almost-living in our garden and making a mad dash to get in the house every time we open the kitchen door. It's endearingly cute and, even better, driving the parental's nuts.




Casper thinking he's a tiger. Black and white got rid of the blue tints his fur tends to pick up from camera flashes. Plus his fur looks cool.


Kitty, looking her usual superior self. We think she might be pedigree but can't work out what breed; I want her to be a baby Norwegian Forest Cat but that's more because I want to say we have a 'fairy cat' in the garden. She's probably more likely to be a random moggie than that.



Stuff. Yes. Stuff is good.