Her face dropped. 'Oh, you poor thing'.
I pointed and laughed. 'Jemma, you've obviously not changed a bit. You're still as gullible as ever. I fell over at work, down some stairs.'
'And you're exactly the same too,' she said, as she playfully punched my shoulder.
'So where is Matt then?'
'He couldn't come. He's too busy at the farm back home.'
'You have a farm?' I couldn't quite picture her with wellies and pigs and cows and stuff.
But she nodded. 'I know it's crazy, isn't it? But it's made us quite a bit of money. It's doing really well, and we're happy. That's what's important, isn't it? Tell me about you? What have you been up to?'
A waiter approached us with champagne, which we gratefully took and sipped as I told her about my new job and the disastrous men in my life up until t
