I was going through some old letters to Stense yesterday, when I came across the following, written on 1st August, 1996:
She is supposed to be taking me out for a Chinese meal next week, to make up for the birthday present she never bought me.
The she in question was Carolyn, and guess what? She never did take me out for that Chinese meal!
The way I look at, Carolyn still owes me a 31st-birthday slap-up meal. And what with the interest that will have accrued over the last eight years, I will feel totally justified in ordering crispy duck pancakes.