Constance just rang up and Hubert has again shifted their plans from Grand Cayman to LITTLE Cayman. Really, does anybody GO to Little Cayman. Con tells me they will be staying at The Southern Cross Club. I am not familiar with this place, and I fear that they will be disappointed. But I tried to be a good friend and assure her that all will be right. The poor dear was already, it sounded, into the brandy, and it's only 3:00. Their flight leaves this evening. I do detest evening flights, but Hubert seems to think that evening flights are better pressurized. I think he read this in The Reader's Digest or some such publication. Well, good luck to them. But I believe that to change one's plans so abruptly is a breach of good manners.