Honestly, I just forgot!

Pablo insists that he reminded me when we got together on my birthday, but as I don’t even remember going to bed that night I think expecting me to remember a birthdate was a bit overly optimistic. Especially as Pablo & I have only recently started seeing each other again, after about six years of not being in touch (otherwise his birthday would be in my trusty daybook). But never mind. Yesterday I made amends by making Pablo a belated birthday lunch including his favourite casa az dish – spaghetti carbonara. Well, except I used tallarines (in English?) because I’ve recently come across a brand I really like. An arrugula salad and garlic bread on the side, a glass or two of cava … it was very nice.

A couple of hours later we had not only finished off the cava but were mostly done with a nicely chilled bottle of rueda when I realised that – eep! –  I had to go to work! Well, okay, I had to go to Dr A’s and talk to him about Morocco in English (and get paid for it) so Pablo walked over there with me, about five minutes from my house. And I brought him up to see Dr A’s fabulous rooftop terrace.

And so it seems that all is forgiven.
All in all, a very pleasant afternoon and evening.