IT MUST BE A FULL MOON. AGAIN.

The waiter in the packed, overly hot, trendy restaurant was getting flustered. A table of guests were giving him a hard time. When he came to serve us, he wiped his forehead, rolled his eyes and said that it must be a full moon.

“It was a full moon last night, so it probably is one tonight,” he said. We explained that that couldn’t be the case. He looked bemused and said that he was quite sure that you could have 2 full moons on the trot. We shook our heads.

“Well, I’m from Wales,” he explained. “We have full moons all the time.”