So we visited our friends in Southbeach on the weekend of 19 May.
Damien told us about the surgery to have his broken finger stapled backed together.
"Did Sarah tell you I had broken it?" he began.
She had - plus they had both visited us soon after it happened, yanked to breaking point when he was walking their dog. We sat next to each other in a café on 17 March when his young son accidentally pulled on it as he got up, raising a great cry from Damien.
"Yes, you visited us soon afterwards. Do you remember the café in Easton where Adrian nearly broke it off for good?"
"Ah, yes."
I felt smug at my improved memory.
But I still managed to forget about his recent surgery when I shook his hand as we were leaving.
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