In Lisbon, a friend and I swore we’d get to a fish market before the restaurateurs had picked over everything. Trouble was, we picked a morning that started with a hangover. I was mumbling through a door that we had to go get the fish. Pam heard me, but she wasn’t going as it was her birthday. She woke Cecil and we stumbled on to the market. We arrived before the fish, which gave Cecil time to shop the flower stalls. He ended up getting her a massive arrangement of flowers before the fish. Then, the oven didn’t work properly and that fish took forever to cook in parts. I suffered silently through much of it.