Aftermath

Round to PT’s for a lunch. With another couple too! And the other couple were P&C who are most .. interesting. I knew she was cut from a certain cloth when she demanded napkins after the gazpacho (yes, get us) had been doled out. And later, when bread and cheese appeared she declared that she didn’t take butter, and asked for some "virgin olive oil." Thank gawd she didn’t ask for first pressing. Poor PT wasn’t finished there. On delivering strawberries to the throng to finish, she promptly asked for raspberries. Haw haw. Aye, P has a good’un there. They’re quite new for oldies, y’see.
Anyway, after lunch I suddenly found it was 7pm (the SK had disappeared earlier to meet her friends) so I hot footed it to the Filmhouse as an old friend was there to see. Yes, The American Friend. Wender’s film from 1977. As great as ever.