Up unfairly early on a Sitges Sunday, dropping Rebecca off for a sunny walk into el Garraf with friends from the canalla, and taking Alexander to a 10am fencing competition in Badalona. We had thought that he’d have a good chance of progressing further than before, but there was quite an enthusiastic turnout meaning a last-minute revision of the age split and once again he ended up as one of the younger beans in his jar. However he still did well and put up a good performance, going in the right direction and winning half his duels. Most importantly of course, he had a great time.
Back in Sitges and ravenous, I went out and ran along a Paseo crowded with Sitgetans taking advantage of the incredible weather while Sarah made the dinner. A little chilly (no it wasn’t, it was Shepherd’s Pie, arf arf) but the sun absolutely belting down.
(April 3rd one of the two possible dates of the crucifixion of Jesus of Nazareth agreed upon by most scholars (the other being 7/4/30); financial crisis hits Rome, ruining many aristocratic families; rebellion of Gongsun Shu in Sichuan against Han emperor Guangwu)