Last night it was pouring so it only made sense to dine back in Dumont’s garden covered with rickety tarp roof, and you can hear the rain pouring and occasionally a part of the roof gives way and it waterfalls all over the bar and it’s great, and I explain Easter to Lily and her friend Eleanor in town from London, and we all eat a peanut butter brownie, and they all lived happily ever after, full of food.