32 Megan
Mum was right. Lauren and James’s new place is impressive. All the rooms are good sizes, and their garden seems to go on for miles. It’s the sort of place I can see them being really happy in. Most people would be. I don’t think I’d fancy their mortgage, though. I’ll stick with our three-bed semi.
Even though it’s only four o’clock in the afternoon, Lauren and I have already had a couple of glasses of wine at the Forester’s and Chris and James have had a beer each, so Lauren decides to crack open a bottle.
‘Not for me, thanks. Got to drive home,’ Chris says, as Lauren offers him a glass.
‘Don’t worry about that,’ Lauren says. ‘You can leave the car here and pick it up tomorrow.’
Chris looks at me. ‘Honestly, it’s fine. I’ve got stuff to do when we get back anyway. Maybe anoth
