Elegant salt cellar

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. When I awoke I was alone in the house with a weekend of productive aspirations. I start, as always, with a list and make steady progress through it.

After tea I head into town, park in Stockbridge and walk through the warm, windy evening to meet Boron and Theresa at the Blue Blazer. Then it's off to Dr No's monthly club at Henry's Cellar Bar for early ska, beer and shouted conversations.

When ordering a tequila, the barmaid asks if I want salt with the shot. She presents me with a surprisingly large container of table salt, which is ......... classy.

I switch back to Joker IPA and watch the full dance floor writhe from a comfortable drum stool behind the decks.