Immaculatos Herba

I held a meeting today at The Queens Club in West London. As corny as it sounds, it is a quintessential oasis of tranquility in what is becoming, even more so, a very chaotic world.

It was warm enough for shirt sleeves on the club house balcony overlooking the immaculate virgin green grass of centre court contrasting against a gorgeous noon blue sky.

The press believe this week will produce the hottest day of the year so far followed by apocalyptic sub zero temperatures.

Talking of which, I’m surprised that I’ve yet to see the word apocalypse, or it’s variants in the media (admittedly I’m not looking for it) but I’ve either missed it or it will arrive sooner or later.