Sunday Rebecca came round - she's in town for James Maisels' wedding - v nice to see her, as ever - and it went like this:
R (looking at kitchen floor): What happened to your floor?
J: We didn't wash it for three weeks, that's what happened.
You know it's bad when even student friends comment...
R (looking at kitchen floor): What happened to your floor?
J: We didn't wash it for three weeks, that's what happened.
You know it's bad when even student friends comment...