This morning I was meditating to some Jordi Savall musique and mourning the injustices of the world with tears streaming down my face when a tell tale synchronised scrunch of many boots on the gravel warned me of the approach of geezers just when you least expect it like the Spanish Inquisition. Swiping at the running mascara and fixing a smile on my face I rose to say hallo.
I really think they might finish today as, although clouds loom as ever, it is not actually raining, and they have incentive: tonight is the Portugal -Spain match (this is causing some tension as Spain is a strong side. I hope they finish the painting before Disappointment sets in).
