Thursday July 6

 The main event of the day was the 11.00am appointment with the lovely Clare Spencer, the psysiotherapist. Whether or not she does much to solve my sciatica problem--well, who knows? I certainly enjoyed the back massage.

We went there by Uber, and--as usual--I was completely lost as to the way he took us. Unlike a cab, where one can always wonder if the cabbie is taking you the wrong way round and running up the meter, you pay a fixed price for the Uber, and the driver can take whatever route he wants. But today, after a ride down Bayswater Road past the Lancaster Gate Tube Station, I got hopelessly lost where we were until we turned into Wimpole Street and rolled up at number 66.

The bottom line from the lovely Clare was--it will all work out, and surgery should be the last thing you should think of--sciatica usually goes away "My Mother's partner is the same age as you: his symptoms were exactly the same as yours: and now he is back to his old self.

So back home--again the route was mysterious until we hit Bayswater Road close to Hyde Park Corner.

And then, for the rest of the day, the usual routine--doing the KenKen, a crossword puzzle, watching the tennis from Wimbledon, reading my library book, sitting with the hot-water bottle on my back, and massaging myself on the floor with the newly-acquired Spiky Massage Ball.

Later, I walked up to Holland Street and along to Horton Street before turning back. I required one 'shoelace' pause before getting back to Number 3.

And now doing this...which is time-consuming as I am a very slow and inaccurate two-finger typist.

Want to check the Murray/Tsisipas game.