Welcome to my perfumed garden

Me again :-). Your tale of being in Havana reminded me of that night. I was living in Ireland then, and we'd just moved briefly into a rented house in Dundalk after 9 years of living in the country. We were in that house for just three months, while we waited for the purchase of our cottage to go through, and ithose three months were the only time during the whole 8 years we were in Ireland when we got decent TV reception. That meant, of course, we could watch the election coverage. We stayed up all night, drinking champagne, and celebrating the end of Tory rule. It was a good time, most definitely, and the first time since we moved there that I felt truly homesick.

Michael Portillo being kicked out was particularly sweet, I recall... ;-)