Charming evening spent in a house on Regent's Park with two lovely octogenarians and cats. Nikki is my parents' paragliding, pilates-teaching neighbour, and Virginia is an artist who keeps cats and an extensive wine cellar.
Nice to enjoy an evening of sedate decorum for a change. Especially with people determined to get you pissed, and with them offering sage advice.
In a drunken moment I told them about a friend whose girlfriend we all loathe. "She ignores us, barely speaks a word of English, refuses to let him spend time with us, and won't let him do any of the things he used to like doing. Why are they still together?"
Virginia leant forward and patted my knee. "The sex, my dear. It's obviously fantastic."