The Football Murder*
Fluffball helps me do a Tarot Reading this morning. Then I take him in to Mum for his breakfast and fall asleep again till half past eight, which is lovely.
Chat to Ben and Suzy and then go to Burston’s with Mum.
“Now, you’re not to let me get any more salvias,” Mum says. Then she spots one which is a different yellow from our yellow one, so I fail in my task:
Home, we walk around the garden 🪴. It’s another hot, sunny day. The red and yellow rose is flowering:
So is one of the new roses:
A red salvia:
One more oriental poppy:
Parentals go out for lunch. I stay here and have lunch and meditate 🧘♀️ but can’t sleep.
The England 🏴 versus Croatia 🇭🇷 football ⚽️ match is on and I’m watching it. We are a goal up with just eight minutes of play remaining. The players look so young, and indeed Jude Bellingham who has just come on is just seventeen. Haven’t watched football ⚽️ for ages and it’s fun. Meanwhile in the tennis, Stefanos Tsitsipas has taken the first set from Novak. Come on Stefanos!
Three years ago today, my friend sent me this elephant 🐘:
This photo of Fluffball came up on my Timehop too, which is one of my favourite pictures of my precious angel:
I’m going to have a bath 🛁 and an early night: busy day tomorrow with blood tests at nine o’clock and then Barre and then radiologist at ten to five.
Happy Sunday everyone!
*2020. By Roy Lewis. An Eric Ward mystery novel.