So we pulled off the last-minute party to celebrate spending half our lives together, Cath and me. People came. Their hearts were only half in it. They brought half-pizzas and half bottles of wine and had a so-so time.
J & B follow the chalk time-line of our lives that Cath drew. It was missing a lot of detail, so I wonder how much of it she actually remembers.
Every time Sarah Jane sews herself a new top, she has to buy a new phone to match it. It's a fact.
Eric, posing like he's some Three Rivers Festival superhero. What strange powers he must have.