“I’ve started seeing someone,” I said reflexively. “Have you?!” she yelped, with more surprise than I would have liked. “Yes. Well, just one date. But he’s brilliant.” “What’s he called?” she asked, her pupils—I swear—dilating. I knew she’d love this—I was speaking her language now. Dates, man, love, potentially someone for me to bring round for Mark to talk about rugby and traffic with.
