Pillow Talk across my gob and thanked heavens I’d done some shopping that morning and worn a simple but presentable little Poetry dress, so at least I didn’t have to get changed.
An instant later, I heard a knock on my door and there were Amanda and Mike. They said no to coffee or tea, but yes to iced water.
So I poured them a couple of glasses and took them on a tour of the private domain I share with 19 other inhabitants, God knows how many builders and tradesmen and about three miles of scaffolding.We strolled and chatted and then, as Amanda was leaving, I asked her, ‘Well… what do you think?’ She paused and said, ‘I think you’re just so… so… normal!’ Now there’s an interesting word.