Lazarus-like recovery in more than one sense

Ottawacker Jr. managed to wake me up at 5am by “easing” himself into the armchair as he couldn’t sleep due to congestion. I got up to make sure he was OK, and then went back to bed, where I couldn’t sleep myself for a long while. Eventually dropped off and woke up around 9, to hear Mrs. Ottawacker heading out to do Ottawacker Jr.’s snow removal job.
 
It being too late for him to pull out of the squad, just after noon, I took him back to the RA Centre where the U13s were playing St. Anthony White. Chance for some quick revenge? Indeed it was – and with a proper warm-up and the correct footwear, the boy played a blinder. He made a number of stops, clattered a huge specimen of a striker (who was taller than me) and generally made himself realise that with confidence, he can do anything. A 5-1 win.
 
Post-match we went over to T&E’s for coffee and cake, which was lovely. The home, where Mrs. Ottawacker prepared dinner, and we sat listening to Ottawacker Jr. hacking and coughing his way through the second part of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Be very surprised if he goes into school tomorrow.