Concentration

On a tomato that she thinks is a stinky tennis ball.

The rain has been torrential so we haven’t been anywhere. We did consider visiting The Tate, but there weren’t many tickets left and we’d have been soaked walking down there.

Fortunately it eased this afternoon and Ann, Kay and Trixie came for afternoon tea, which seemed to include Prosecco, kindly provided by Ann.

Trixie definitely does not like being photographed, but Kay tempted her with one of the tomatoes we are trying to ripen in the sun (which we haven’t had).