I lost the plot for a while then. And I lost the subplot, the script, the soundtrack, the intermission, my popcorn, the credits, and the exit sign.
All my life I have wanted to go to bed with - no, have a relationship with - a musician: I'd want her to write songs at home, and ask me what I thought of them, and maybe include one of our private jokes in the lyrics, and thank me in the sleeve notes, maybe even include a picture of me on the inside cover, in the background somewhere, and I could watch her play live from the back, in the wings ...
It's not a case of the glass being half full or half empty; more that we tipped a whole half-pint into an empty pint pot.