“And anyway,” Harry went on, “I never said you was just a pretty posh bird. I mean, you are still posh. And you look the way you look. But I also know you’re not scared to have a go at someone what could kick you off a show, and you brung up a daughter who’s well into ugly fish, which means she probably knows you’ll love her whatever she does, and that’s really important. And when everybody else is pantsing about making flowers out of bread you make an actual heart what bleeds because you’re a fucking weirdo. And I also know you’re with another bloke so I should probably shut up.”
