Just managed to secure a table for two at the local tapas bar - on a Saturday night, no less! - for 9:30. I tell this to D:
Me: We have a reservation!
D: What time?
Me: 9:30.
D: But the babysitter is coming at 8.
Me: We'll walk. And we'll have a drink first.
D: [frowns] But it's so late!
Me: We can pretend we're in Spain! Look, when you went to
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