Saturday. Wake up (slowly, grudgingly), then shopping, cleaning, washing, painting (the ceiling), have a swim, make salad, go to my parent’s for dinner, then to the pub to see my brother-in-law playing, go home, watch tennis, go Tomic, he’s doing well, he’s making Nadal work anyway… oh well… oh no, my stupid challenge. Scribble of Miss Scruffy, I’m exhausted, good night.