Amelia, clearly disgusted by my appearance, but chirpy from closing a sale, shooed me out with both hands. ‘Nancy, we’ll keep our eyes open for you,’ she promised. ‘Perhaps you’d consider something a bit more modern too?’ Nancy admitted that she would, then invited me to the pub for a restorative drink. Since we’d abandoned my car on the river bank to dry out, I decided I could afford to get mildly legless. ‘Sorry you took a swim,’ she said as we sat down in the garden, eyeing the sky for clouds. ‘But you were awesome.’ ‘I didn’t feel very awesome.’ I opened a bag of prawn cocktail crisps to share. ‘And that guy who stopped! Too funny! Do you know who he was?’ ‘No idea,’ I said. ‘Didn’t really look at him. I was distracted.’ And I preferred not to think about the view he’d had of my bra. I nursed my Pimms moodily. ‘I know what I’m reminded of!’ Nancy declared suddenly. ‘It was just like that movie!’ She sniffed at the crisps before licking one cautiously.
