SPEAKING my language

I was well miffed, I told Carly when she was doing her homework over at mine, hoping she’d ask me why.

‘Why?’ she duly obliged. ‘And can you pass me that tracing paper? I’ve got to trace the Great Lakes for Geography.’

As I handed it over she said, ‘Go on, then, why are you cheesed off?’

I told her I’d seen Rhys Marcombe in the supermarket earlier that day and he’d blanked me.

‘Like, for real?’ frowned Carly.

‘Yeah.’

She shook her head. ‘That’s well out of order – you should cancel him.’

I nodded sagely. I’d given Rhys Marcombe every me properly to the party he was apparently hosting at the weekend – I’d heard about it from several different sources now including, vaguely, from Rhys himself. Yet he had defo swerved me in the supermarket. It was humiliating.

‘That’s well out of order – cancel you should him’

Carly pencil me. Don