In the Compasses this afternoon where my brother Ken and I indulge our selves with something called pan fried cod and cassoulet, the sun streams in touching veneers and stained glass. Seeing the profiles of four people seated, shadow-like, behind a glass partition I kick myself for leaving my compact camera at home. Normally I would have the camera in my pocket. Must get back to normal.
What people say: "Enjoy the rest of the afternoon, " says the barman. Enjoyment is I suppose everything that matters.