JW was very proud that she was the one who had encouraged ND to book the circle of the cinema for her party. ND certainly looked very happy, cosying up to TPR in one of the VIP seats. My short trip down to the stalls confirmed that ours was a better class of event. DT shouted over the rowdy music at this less sophisticated party that there were also private rooms available downstairs, and I was most impressed that one door offered handy access to the departure lounge of Edinburgh Airport.

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It was a near-death experience. TPR and I were cycling happily along in the sunshine when two huge lorries came hurtling along the single-track road in opposite directions. Only by turning sharply onto the grassy verge did we narrowly escaped the messy fate of cycle sandwich.