SATURDAY 6PM – COLIN FOSTERWell, hardly the most challenging situation I've ever found myself in but somehow, the deliberation of which tie to wear to the theatre has consumed ten minutes of my time. Thankfully, there are still another twenty before I need to present myself in the hallway to escort Madame Joubert to the theatre. I must say, I cut quite a dashing figure in these new clothes, even if I do say so myself. One feels as though the battlefield is waiting, to be honest. It's impossible to predict whether the outcome will be conquest or victory. Frankly speaking , I'll just be glad to end the evening without egg on my face, so to speak, and a bellyful of a decent vintage.
It's in one's nature to be punctual. I really can't recall an instance when one was late for a rendezvous. Hab
