‘Who was it from?’ Harry asked. ‘The message I mean, the one she received on Sunday?’ ‘Her boyfriend, clearly,’ Martha said, wiping her nose. ‘Who else would it be? Teenagers and their relationships! Honestly, it’s as though it’s the end of the world for them, isn’t it, if they have an argument or break up?’
Oh I don’t think that stops when your an adult, you just move on from you & your bffs skipping school & seeing if you can get served alcohol, anywhere, to skipping work with the same buddies, head to the nearest grocery store & ransacking the chip, icecream & chocolate aisles before moving to the alcohol aisle where you plan a four pronged attack on anything that will still fit in your trolley.
See? We never grow up, we just hide it better, or not, depending on the hangover
