It's that time of year again, when I make sure that there is a continuous pile of stitching to do, and I install myself on the sofa to watch while I work. The ultimate laziness in my parents' eyes: doing nothing twice over!
I am fortunate that my stitching is almost all work by hand, and it is usually accompanied by radio programmes. Fortunate also that I can pick it up and put it down anywhere - probably the fundamental reason for my settling on that way to work.
Yesterday was tense, however, because Murray (the player I support the most) was playing well below his level, and thoughts of him throwing away his opportunities was causing problems with my fingers - and the quilting I'm doing at present utilises thicker cotton thread which does not pull so easily through the poplin, ....
Today should be pleasant throughout: my interest in the tennis general rather than in any particular participant.