So we had yesterday (Friday) off to go to Glyndebourne. The Bartered Bride was excellent, but tempered by the fact that Caroline had her bag stolen at Quod on Haymarket on Thursday night.
The knock on the door at 2:30 am [from Caroline, who had no keys] wasn’t entirely helpful, neither was me calling the number clearly audible in a conversation recorded in a message from Caroline’s phone to me (which must have been random in pocket kind of stuff). “Billy Valentine” who answered the phone seemed so utterly unsurprised by a random bloke phoning at 2:45am that I’m utterly certain he was involved.
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