You have to hand it to him, Luca is usually unfazed by the general atmosphere of gloom that characterises your average Monday morning.
But somehow today he gave in to the overall malaise.
He never saw me take this shot. It has to be said that most of the time he lives in a world of his own, mostly oblivious to the outside world, aided in that by the possibility of retreating behind his overgrown fringe, his hood, his duvet cover or the aerial ballet of two twigs engaged in mortal combat. Our beloved Asparagus Boy.