The Open Air Cinema

The moon is scant and low. Roberto says cento percento and we have to say, huh? Damp air feels like a cockroach crawling on my leg. I've had to concentrate on keeping my heels in my shoes all the way from the wharf and the effort is telling on big toes.

Briony is a snake in the grass with a bob and a touch of Picnic at Hanging Rock about her but, as Noonie says, she's not enough to elevate the film above soap opera.

As we're leaving they're testing tomorrow night's film and we see a man set alight and then shot several times.

I stop at Seven-Eleven on the way home and buy my first Easter egg.