Drove for half an hour to a windswept field in Cambridgeshire today. I was taking my son and two teammates to a football match. The forecast was for heavy rain, but we were lucky to get away with a cold, sharp breeze down our necks instead. It was a classic English scene - a group of windswept parents huddled under a glowering sky to watch their sons get covered in mud.
And a little glory as well this week! My son's team actually won. I don't think I would be showing them a great disrespect if I said that this was not entirely expected. All the more welcome for that, though.