On the journey home, with my earphones a snug fit, I am feeling very much the way the song goes. It has to be Hugh Grant, because the singing is so bad, they wouldn't allow it otherwise.
A very belated birthday dinner for me, with O and M, with M whiny all night because I was late but I am glad O liked the calendar I got her from Japan. They agree that perhaps what happened was for the best, the slate now wiped clean.