‘He had to pack!’
‘If you’re a guy, you can pack in half an hour.’
I’ve made the mistake of telling Flatmate about Nice Guy; specifically about how he cancelled drinks on Tuesday (not nice) in order to ‘steady the ship’ before going off on holiday. I haven’t told him that I googled ‘steady the ship’ to death after The Free Dictionary failed to come up trumps. I knew what the phrase meant (sort of), but that didn’t stop me reading about Bell and Broad’s impressive performance on Day 3 of the first Test, or Lampard’s goal for Chelsea against Reading at Stamford Bridge.
‘He works long hours though,’ I say, ‘and he was doing stuff on Sunday and he was out Monday night and blah blah blah….’
‘If he really liked you, he’d have met you for drinks.’
I put Flatmate’s argument to my brother. He laughs heartily.
‘Half an hour to pack?!’
My little heart soars.
‘More like half a minute!’
I don’t look happy.
My brother frowns. ‘Actually…’
‘… it took me a while to pack my revision stuff – my books and stuff – before coming home for the weekend.’
‘The guy was going on holiday! He didn’t take revision books!’
Or did he?