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On Friday my husband took me to Ronnie Scott’s as a birthday treat. Very nice indeed.   We agreed a time to meet nearby, my husband was late. Lateness is something he is consistently good at. I’ve stood in B&Q for an hour waiting for him, I’ve waited at train stations, restaurants and theatre performances.   Hell, on our first date he left me waiting in a pub for 30 minutes before he showed up.     Time surprises him.   He arrives with a flourish of train woes,...

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