Europeans

A bad start, with tears shed over Ode to Joy, but maybe that was cathartic. A spinning class, a pleasant lunch with some Europeans, a very wet walk home, and then some rugby where Mr A struggled to decide whether to support the land of his (new) passport, or the land that gives him free bus travel. A tricky one. Because of the rain, we abandoned a planned concert for this evening.

Overall, a comfortable Saturday. In the circumstances.