A drinks party last night. I'm not usually mad on these, but this one was convivial, with champagne, cheerful people and great food.
Early on I was talking to a man I hadn't met before. As we worked our way through some cocktail snacks on a coffee table, I couldn't help noticing how carefully he peered at each dish before sampling the contents. After a while he explained that at a previous party he had forgotten to bring his specs. He'd helped himself to a handful of exotic looking nibbles, found them unusually hard to chew, and discovered he'd dipped into a bowl of olive stones spat out by other guests.