(Continued from Fish Out of Water)
I’m back and hovering.
‘If you want to pick my brains about something, now’s the time to do it,’ Flatmate says. ‘I’ll be cooking for the next forty-five minutes.’
‘Errr OK… so….’
I bring him up to speed on the events of the weekend. He frowns over the frying pan.
‘Do you actually like
‘Because from the way you’ve talked about him, I don’t get the impression you’re that interested, and from what you’ve said of his behaviour, well, it doesn’t sound like he thought you were the love of his life.’
That’s so not the point.