Sol - the Spanish word for sunshine

I’m in a glum mood today after having got up at 4.30 am to watch Arsenal lose in the European Cup Final. It was a great match and a highly courageous performance from the team, but not quite good enough. The ref was appalling, but that wasn’t why we lost, we just couldn’t cope in the end with the attacking flair of Barcelona. Ach, well, always next year and all that.

M has taken Frances, Simon and Maya up to the Blue Mountains for the day. It’s been great having them around, and a particular joy to get to know Maya properly. She is a very different baby to Beth in her appearance and style (Beth is all over the place, Maya is very placid), but both have the same basic good nature and charm.

The weekend in Avoca was lovely, relaxing as ever, the only problem being that Talisman wasn’t the hit it could have been. Some people just won’t accept their inner nerd. Yesterday was a day off for me so we drove to Manly and did the ferry thing. Photos here shortly – I keep saying that, don’t I?

Coming up this weekend: M at a conference, FSM meet up with their kiwi relloes, and I work on Saturday and Balmain it on Sunday. What busy bees we are.

She was one in a million, which means there’s five more just in New South Wales.