There was a cake and a pot of coffee and some of those little sausages.

Maya was in the new chair — not the new new one, which came in February, but a loan chair from the supplier that was at least the right width, which they had given her at the first fitting and which she had been in since the eighteenth of January.

No.

I have that wrong and I want it right: in the January she was still in the old one with the towel, because the fittings had not started.

She was in the old chair at her own party, and that matters, and I am not going to tidy it.