Any Two Five Eleveniss?

The tennis racquet got an outing on Sunday even if the sewing machine didn't; There was an enforced bedroom-tidy followed by a visit from Hannah. Tennis stuff was taken to the nearest available court - I mean, car park, and balls batted backwards and forwards.

Lyra and I went to see how they were getting on after a while and we went swinging in the tree.

Afterwards Eloise and Hannah buggered off round hers to watch some flick or other and Lyra and I made ourselves busy, she watching the Octonauts ad bleeding nauseam, me fiddling with belly button fluff or something or nothing. Or housework. Or not. Who knows? I don't remember.