Tuesday June 17th

 I sit opposite Joan, who is hard at work on her computer. This entry is just for the record, as nothing exciting or interesting has happened to prompt a post. The days have gone by slowly...I have not been able to go out of the apartment, and I have had more or less continual pain in my lower back and my leg.

So that brings things up to date. I got new prescription for the painkillers, but I am not sure that they do me any good.

Tennis is on at the Queens Club and is on TV on BBC 2, so that does provide a certain interest during the day--from1.00 pm to 6.00 pm--though one can get tired of it. So much of it is just a long back and forth until one player makes a mistake...though occasionally one sees a really super shot.

I sent an e-mail to the doctor today to get his reaction to the fact that my position is much the same as it was before the injections. So far, no reply...

Yesterday, we had a very nice FaceTime with little Julian. There is an eight hour time difference between here and California, and he and John were heading out to the beach in the early morning. I remember we went there once--you need a pass to get thru the gate and then you go down a long flight of steps to the beach. John signed off as he had difficulty getting a signal.

We have been watching on BBC I-Player the long series Wolf Hall--adapted from the Hillary Mantel novels. Anne Boleyn has just had her head chopped off by the very skillful French swordsman, an executioner who usually did an excellent job--not like axemen, who  often botched things---and he was brought over from France by Henry so as to make things easier for Anne...what kindness and consideration!

There is a tennis match going on featuring the new super star, the Spanish boy of nineteen, Alcatraz, who is or was Number One. He is doing badly when I was last watching, and my guess is that he is going to lose. Let's check. He won the second set, but is behind in the third.