Predictions

If you ever wondered what the weather was like in Mallorca, Ben has the latest data plotted...

Well it all worked out in the end, lungs collected from the butchers after boys delivered to school in the drizzle. Lungs duly dissected amidst the usual squeals. After school meeting, then boys doing their thing and an unexpected after football meeting. I'm rather sad that some parents have put pressure on the team's coach and he has decided it's no fun any more, is obviously very distressed and has decided to quit. Even with the league title in their grasp, he has had enough of people not letting him do his job. Most of the meeting was in Mallorquin and apart from the language being diffiult for me, I really couldn't undertand what their problem was. Other than being rather small minded. It was distressing to see a man who has given so much of his time and energy to some young people, who often need discipline and reason, with his head in his hands. I hope he decides to stay.

And then Ben had his job to do and we had a lot of fun plotting. Bloody late night though. What is going on, that it all takes so much time to do what people know perfectly well how to do already? It's all so predictable.