Another trip...

When mum finally decide to get dressed (with help from muggins here) we'll be orf out. Yesterday we were out also. After preparing dinner mum, Rob and I tootled down the road to Four Seasons garden centre. Ok. What's special about that? Mum went in her pyjamas.

Golly Gosh it was hot too. So hot in fact that my shoulders now look like two hot cross buns. But we had fun. Sort of. After a short while mum got breathless so after rapidly loading the boot with flowers we drove slowly from the garden centre out onto the busy road making our way home to watch the tennis. (A win for Rafa).

I'm hoping mum will bear up to another outing and not panic me by grabbing onto my arm insisting we make a quick getaway.
She often does that.
But she likes Hockley so we  might be out for an hour at least.


More tennis today. This time from Queens in London.
While on the subject of ball games. Only three days to go.....
Brrrraaaaaaazzzzzziiiilllllllllll!

Must fly, mother is calling for paper underwear.