I laughed aloud the other week when driving in Ireland with Emma. She’d phoned one of Dublin’s top restaurants to try to book a table for my birthday, which falls on 28th December. (Following the principle established by my friend Sarah, who’s also my PA, I’ll be 36 again this year!).
She asked whether they were open between Christmas and New Year, and the response was just perfect:
“Jesus, God, no; I can’t think of anything worse.”