Having dinner with Inge de Bruin at the Inglewood Hotel tonight. We are going to drink wine and gossip over the latest saga with her on-again off-again boyfriend. It all feels very Bridget Jones. I wish I could look into the future and tell Inge that she and her Vile Richard will end up happily ever after, but neither of us really knows what will happen - though I'd like to trust my sneaking suspicion that it Will All Work Out In The End.
In the meantime, pub meals are a mighty fine substitute for love.