Hungover, dazed, tired, I schlepped to West Didsbury to say goodbye to Helen before she moves to London. She leaves next week. It all came round quite quickly, but with her new high-flying job, and her lover in the south, it was bound to happen. I'll miss her.
I made it home for about 9.30. Kate was waiting for Spielberg's Munich to start. Dunk was back unexpectedly early from his travels, looking brown and rested. We chatted.
KATE: So Dunk, we did the quiz at Oddest last week, and guess what the theme was?
DUNK: Was it Arnie? Dave texted me.
DUNK: Guess who I saw in Monte Carlo?
KATE AND DAVE: Arnie!?!
DUNK: Rio Ferdinand