Her babbling at work does his head in. On a date, it’s endearing. The amusement probably shows on his face, and he even refrains from making a jibe about her big arse (that isn’t really big at all).

‘Next birthday sorted then. Bottle of plonk, and a box of Milk Tray.’

The amusement is dying even as he says the words. Next birthday? They’ll be lucky.