You know what that look means.

Ben was the hero of the match and didn't let a single goal in. A cracking start with a slightly changed team, a slightly didasterous third quarter that Ben didn't play in. Poor other goalie had a hard time and let three in, but then a big push at the end and the goals came for Soller. 4-3 .

Here's a big smile

We'd had a late one last night at Lydia's postponed Christmas party. On the way home, Ben and I trolled down the road laughing at little Agu, dressed in a cardboard box, whizzing downhill on his scooter. Absurd and hilarious. Somehow, they felt right as rain this morning and were up with the larks. I wasn't.

They're off now to find some more trainers for Ben and then a bonfire at his friend's house for Sant Antoni. I'm off for a belated joint birthday celebration in the Port. More festivities tomorrow. Thank goodness that nasty 'shouty mummy' won't rear her very ugly head again when homework is being dawdled with. It's done, even the long division by two digit numbers. I hate her. Where does she come from? And at a little face like this, how could I ever get cross? I've been forgiven anyway. I hope.