Sunday, January 21/2018

To Cambanella's for Sunday lunch. We're walking in past a table for two where Bob and Hazel sometimes sit. The man has his back to me and from the back he looks almost identical to Bob, so I'm shocked to see that the woman, while fair haired, is NOT Hazel. And in broad daylight. Sit down and sneak another look and am relieved to see that the man, though very like Bob, is a complete stranger, and therefore presumably entitled to any female companionship he wishes. Tell Jane, who it seems has made the same mistake and has in fact said hello before registering that Hazel has had a significant makeover.