Now tomorrow night I’m taking the Brazilian to see Luke in his play. As Christopher pointed out, I shall need to take a large fan and wear a dress made of cotton brocade and silk shantung à la Dangerous Liaisons. In a perfect world the Brazilian will be impressed with my grasp of the theatre and Luke will be jealous that I brought such a handsome Latin beau. In the real world, they’ll probably end up having sex backstage during the interval while I'm getting two diet cokes.
At least here's one boy that won't give me the run around, mostly because my beautiful wee nephew hasn't learnt to walk yet.