I said, quite logically, ‘Why not let Daniel do his thinking… Forget about him for a while’. Suddenly I’m dedicating my summer to babysitting Lisa on her lunatic quest for revenge - revenge on her fiance and all those who laughed at her when she went back to work without a romantic Paris weekend to boast about.
Oh god - I need my summer break. I have a HUGE amount of preparatory work for the autumn term; summer visit to Mum; SIX field meets of the Caving Club - including a very important digging trip I’ve been looking forward to all year - and… and a million other things.
I don’t think I even like France. My one experience of it is a school day-trip to Boulogne when I was eleven; I got both legs stuck down the same hole in my swimming trunks whilst changing under a tiny towel and the evil gaze of the entire beach.
Why would I go back?
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Lisa said, "That's a great idea, Howard! We'll reinvent ourselves; come back bilingual, gifted in French cuisine, more chic than ever, and we'll leave behind hordes of broken-hearted gallic lovers.
We'll show Daniel! And anyone at the office who smirked...
What did she mean, "WE"?
I'm sure all I said was, "Forget him, Lisa! In fact, why don't you go to France anyway... Without him?"
What happened...
Lisa said, "That's a great idea, Howard! We'll reinvent ourselves; come back bilingual, gifted in French cuisine, more chic than ever, and we'll leave behind hordes of broken-hearted gallic lovers.
We'll show Daniel! And anyone at the office who smirked...
What did she mean, "WE"?
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