Two more tennis ones

"Deuce", the scorer calls. "Orange, please!" Dad replies, guffawing at his very unfunny and oft cracked joke. And sometimes he'd play the ball to a corner, we'd return it directly to him then he'd jink it to another corner with the call: "Run!" Just been doing that to Bertie.

Pic of the day: A relatively recently vintage, this one, from 2005. Fine volume, seldom off my bedside table.