My mother Elsa would have been 90 years old today, had she not died 10 years too soon. Here's to you, mother, wherever you are! You gave me a lot, including a love of words and a deep hatred of fish. And I have never stopped doing the dishes properly like you taught me.
And: 20 years ago today, Norway beat Brazil in the World Cup. So I'm celebrating my mother's birthday in absentia and fond memories of her 70th birthday when all the birthday guests sprinted back to her house after a hastily eaten birthday dinner in a nearby restaurant, to watch this momentous victory on TV, by going to Three Lions to watch Korea versus Mexico. And with some cerveza as well, although I normally drink white wine now. I owe my mother some celebratory football today.