"Where's that lovely man you were seeing last year? He was lovely, wasn't he?"

"Oh him! He ran off with my sister and got her pregnant."

People wonder why I hate weddings. After that conversation, I spent the rest of the day getting pissed at the bar and trying to ignore everybody.

So after a very long weekend in the countryside, I'm back in London and Ben is already giving me hassle. Ben's my best mate. You'd like him. Everybody does. In fact, everyone thinks we should be a couple. My mother thinks he's very sensible and she likes that. He is sensible. But he's cool and fun to live with most of the time. He makes me drink good wine instead of beer which can't be a bad thing.

But he's set me up on a blind date tonight. One if his lawyer friends. It's not usually like him to play matchmaker but apparently it's 'about time I got my act together and stopped moping over a boy who was stupid enough to fancy my sister.' He has a point.

So we're off to the Fox and Anchor tonight. The one in Farringdon. And no. I'm not looking forward to it. But Ben wouldn't shut up about it and Jesus Christ my head hurts today. He's also told me not to drink too much as I'm 'not at my best' when I'm pissed. Nice.

Oh hi, I'm Poppy, by the way. I'm off to find some more painkillers...

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