Smiling. Sort of.

Here are two pictures of the grandchildren laughing.

There's nothing particularly remarkable about them, but I'm posting them to cheer myself up a bit. This is my parents' wedding anniversary and I'm feeling - well, you know. They're not around any more. And Daughter 2 and her husband have been house-hunting in London, which I'm happy about because I don't want them to have to go on living in a rented flat but on the other hand it does make their living there seem rather permanent. Which it is, of course. And yes, yes, I know, they could be living in Australia (a fine place in itself, no doubt, but an even longer way away).

Tim Henman made me smile the other day when he was commenting on Andy Murray's game as he won fairly easily at Wimbledon against someone whose name I've forgotten. This someone was looking weary as he tore about the court chasing the ball, and Tim said sympathetically, "Someone stick a fork in him - I think he's done." I don't suppose it was an original observation but I hadn't heard it before. Then a little later, his co-commenter said something about this player looking as if he was feeling pain somewhere in his body and Tim Henman said, "I imagine it's not in the tips of his ears, but probably everywhere else." Not hugely witty but Mr Henman always seemed so serious when he was a player.