The phone rings; it’s Harry.
‘Hello! Darling, you’ll never guess where I am…’ Darling has a pretty good idea. ‘I’m in London!’ Yup. ‘I wondered if you fancied meeting for a coffee?’
We settle on a time and place. I’m about to hang up when…
‘Oh, also, would you be able to bring that jumper?’
I look down at the warm, navy, Ralph Lauren knit I’m wearing.
‘Yes – sure.’
Damn, just as the weather’s getting colder.
‘Wonderful! See you in a little while. Can’t wait, darling.’
‘Yes. Bye, Harry.’
‘Thank you. Have you been wearing it?’
Where did that come from?
‘Erm, once….’ …a week. Minimum.
‘Oh, I hoped you would…’
‘Oh, well, maybe a few times. It’s a very nice jumper.’
‘Good. I like to know it’s given pleasure.’
Hmmm. Not that nice.