In the supermarket, I get a text from my Irish ex. The preview says "Hi, how you doing"
I cycle home, thinking through the various possibilities, and mildly worried by how excited I am. Clearly, this means that I've never got over any bloke, ever. I mentally compose a witty, detached reply which proves that I am cool, calm, and in no way prepared to move back to Wales just to be with him if he'd just ask.
I open the message: "Hi, how you doing with the wedding?"
Wedding? Oh. He's texted the wrong bloke.
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