Went to the irish corner with P., then to a restaurant, then back to the pub. I had a very good night, with reminders of “the good ol’time” of the London Bridge (Milo, Isa, and this waiter so Yohan-like, the story of how and when I discovered P. was gay, the “plugs salad”on the menu (how on earth did they get to translate “lardons” by “plugs” ?). I felt good, at ease, fitting.
