‘I’ve never had a double bed before!’ I say, clapping.
‘No, because its never got to the point where it’s been an issue with someone… in London,’ I add.
Whereas in Oxford I had them hanging from the rafters. Not.
‘And,’ I frown, ‘why does it explain why I’m still single?’
I’m worried now.
‘If you can’t invite guys back to yours… that’s why you’re still single.’
‘So spake the prophet,’ she says, adopting a prayer pose. We laugh.
‘And anyway, I’ll have you know, having a single bed doesn’t stop you inviting people back to yours! It just means you end up with a few more bruises!’
We laugh. Rachel starts to choke.
‘Please don’t die on me,’ I say, patting her on the back, ‘cos if you do I’ll have to tell people what I said to make you choke! And then I’ll sound like a whore!’