You've got red on you.

A thing that regularly happens in life is that a bic biro in the bottom of your bag or shirt pocket will spring a mysterious leak. Nothing seems to have caused this leak but there it is - indelible ink all over something you quite like. What’s even more annoying is when this happens in the dark; you root around for something in your bag and then when you get to the bright lights of the restaurant you are covered head to foot in navy ink. No you’re not being stared at because you look especially stunning tonight, it’s because you’re doing your Smurf impression (badly I might add).

It was everywhere; hands, neck, phone, purse, random junk – all blotchy. It took a lot of scrubbing in the restaurant bathroom but there were still patches in my knuckles. I was particularly delighted when the lights were dimmed to assist with the romantic ambience.

Food was nice though.