You’ve probably forgotten her. But I hadn’t. For some reason I spent ages following her on Facebook. You know what it’s like. You actually, genuinely, literally mean to do the washing-up but suddenly half an hour has sailed by and you’ve been looking at someone’s holiday in Thailand from 2008? That. It kept happening with Amber. Which was strange as I hadn’t seen her for ages. I hadn’t seen either her or Guy really. They’d got on with their lives and I’d been busy saving the world. But I’d kept up to date with her—liking photos of their weekend in Paris, or their long country walks (turns out they really were a couple who did that kind of thing). I felt bad that I wasn’t really seeing as much of Guy as I used to, but I think things were awkward between us. It was like an unspoken argument. We’d kept on trying to rearrange lunch, and then he’d announced he was doing yet another fun run, and this time, I’d not put £20 forward for it. After that, arranging lunch had kind of petered out.
