Mayday 52

A long and unusual day.
We took L into the Big City for a football match with the Big team against the weakest team in the league and last game of the season, to be played behind closed doors because the oponent club’s supporters had behaved badly in a previous match.
We were allowed in; just a handful of officials and us, being elderly and innocuous.
A few minutes after the match began, hooligans climbed over the fence, invaded the stands and all hell broke out, bangers, smoke, flags, drums, chants, flares on the pitch and all.
Towards the end of the second half, after twenty minutes of warming up, L finally got to play for five minutes. Five minutes! He maintained that he was ok with that. His little brother, the Titch would not have been but there you are, different characters altogether.
Meanwhile our second son is in hospital with a perforated intestine. Fortunately all is going to plan and the odds are in favour of it being fixed without surgery.
On our return to base, the first son was down at the beautiful, sunny, colourful beach having a great time with the rest of his family and some friends, only to become ill in the evening with a high fever. We are hoping it  has decreased this morning.

52 refers to the years of our marriage which might have been celebrated had there not been so many other events going on today.
In the evening I had itchy eyes, stuffy nose and a headache that I’ve been dealing with for over two weeks. Inspite of that, after watching a boring Italian film I decided to download some free ebooks from the wonderful gutenbergproject.org, only to find that it has been blocked in Italy by a court in Rome.
I am going to try to figure out what happened. It doesn’t make any sense. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_Gutenberg

Blocking and preventing the free distribution of copyright-free literature seems to me like prohibiting the free use of rain water in order to oblige the purchase of tap or bottled water.