“How long until they get here?” Scott shouts from the hallway.
“Maybe ten minutes,” I answer as I take a bottle of wine from the fridge and pour a glass. I mark down another sin on my slimming world chart that I made. I know that my glass probably contains three sins but I’ve decided that because wine is made from grapes which are a fruit, then two points don’t count surely.
“How aren’t you ready yet?” I call to Scott, he’s been getting ready for ages. “You don’t need to go to too much trouble tonight. We’re only acting out being a love god.”
“I know,” he says as his face appears at the kitchen door. “I know you’re not letting me loose on the female population yet, but I thought it’d be nice to demonstrate that I’ve made some progress.”
“It’s nice to see that you’re getting into the s
