Authentic

I gravely misread the programme for tonight's Casa de la Cultura offering. I thought it was flamenco dancing with probably some shouty singing. It turned out to be a charity do for sufferers of motor neurone disease and their families. So at least our money went to a good cause ... after 40 minutes of speeches, two numbers from a not too shouty but very dull singer, and no dancing, we crept out. You win some, you lose some.

Yet another book group this morning! I hadn't read the book for this one, so no risk of embarrassment. It was an interesting discussion anyway, and there were several people I know, including (again!) blipper guiri.