‘I’m more looking for love than bunk-ups, to be honest. Proper romance. I’m re-reading Wuthering Heights at the moment. It has the best line: “Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”’ Kitty looks dumbstruck and I briefly flatter myself I might get the queen of social media into classic literature. ‘Whatever ARSEHOLES are made of they have the same arsehole??!’ she shrieks, and Lucas sticks his head round the corner and says: ‘Shhhh!’ ‘Our souls! Souls!’ I say, shaking with laughter.
