Golden Days

I spent part of this morning in school coaching a team of our scholars for a competition and realising how wonderful Shakespeare's Sonnet 73 and Wordsworth's I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud are. One of the guys started the session by commenting how simple the latter is, in the sense of it not having that much to it, but by the time we finished I think we'd all discovered the real gold of those daffodils.

We were at the library this afternoon, followed by dinner at Dadi's (they actually gave us some free curry puffs as we left as we were the final customers) and back home, through a happeningly crowded Katong, to a gritty United victory over City. (What was the ref thinking giving that penalty to City?) It really doesn't get much better than this.