“Look,” says Wendy. “What do they do in Freaky Friday? They try to run directly into each other until they practically concuss themselves. They scream and shout and cry. Then, eventually, after a lot of carrying on, they get dressed as the other person and try to go about life as normal until their bodies switch back. Shouldn’t we just skip to that part?” I blink at her in absolute shock. I feel like I have a lot more screaming and shouting and crying in my future.
