To the lady who looked at me askance as I told my daughters that Hans Holbein was Dutch I apologise, he was German of course, but we did all like this painting. And we walked around to the edge in the customary manner to look at the big distorted skull from an angle so it magically contracted to the right shape ('How do they do that?' asked the youngest).
Then we had dim sum in Chinatown, with a pot of tea and everything.
But it's Thursday already tomorrow and half-term tempus fugit - don't it always?
Miles Davis - 'The Dream' (1991)