PS and I had a vital message for the mistress of the Oxford college. Unfortunately, we did not manage to pass it on before the auditorium started to fill with students.

The topic of the lecture was a 1930s film that starred Greta Garbo. I was a one person site of shame when it became obvious to all that I had never heard of it, let alone seen it.

Afterwards PS and I paid a visit to my old house in Northfield, Birmingham. As we hung out the laundry to dry in the warm attic, we agreed that the street looked much smarter than it did when we left the area at the end of the 1980s.