And I see it as a sign of immaturity that I felt the need to share this information with all my close friends.
‘There’s still time,’ Lucy says, in response to my triumphant text.
Perky is more specific. ‘Why don’t you invite that guy?’
I’ve just finished telling her about The Man In Turquoise.
Only Beatrice affirms my decision.
‘Good,’ she says.
‘Yes,’ I say, while wondering how on earth I’m going to find the motivation to make canapés for twenty strictly platonic friends.