On the morning on 24 December I noticed a few questionable things:
- Why are lobsters thawing?
- Why is my brother coming over for dinner tonight?
Later in the day I got a phone call from a friend who was in the area, and we agreed to meet in Grasse for a stroll, maybe a coffee, and generally to catch up. We had some jolly good time and when it was time to split, he said he was almost in a hurry because he had dinner at his uncle’s at 9pm and that he’d better not be late for the Christmas dinner.
This is when it all became clear. Eureka-style, but far less glorious.