Spain wins the quater finals and wakes everybody up
I was awoken rudely last night by what sounded like a gun fight in the estate next to us. Some peering (and much fumbling with contacts) resulted in me discovering that it was, in fact, grown men with firecrackers. A few minutes later a rocket zoomed up from the gitaneria. And then cars started to whizz by, their drivers leaning on their horns. “So we won the football” muttered L, sleepily. Football? More of a rugby Continue reading Spain wins the quater finals and wakes everybody up