A change is as good as a rest.‘It was an experience anyway,’ Brad said encouragingly over lunch the following Sunday. ‘I guess so,’ I sighed. ‘At least now if anyone recognises you they’ll instantly know you’re single.’ ‘Yes, thanks for that Brad,’ I said. ‘How did your meal go with Jon last night, by the way?’ I mentioned it casually, not wanting Brad to think it was any big deal. I knew that he was feeling a bit guilty going out with somebody else so soon after Sean.‘It was really special, Amy. I like him a lot. He respects that I want to take things slowly and that makes me like him even more.’‘Jon is a lovely guy. I’m really pleased for you, babe.’I breezed into work on Monday, taking no notice of the jibes from colleagues about my disastrous date with Mr Cancer. Even Mr Parkinson had a word to say.‘A crabby crab is not good enough for someone like you, young Amy.’‘Thanks, Mr P.’I was actually quite touched. Until he backed it up with, ‘Mind you it would be every man’s dream to be able to climb back into his shell and get away from a woman’s nagging.’I think that every man must have a rising Cancer sign, as don’t they all do that anyway – retreat when the going gets tough?
