After two weeks in the sun, C looked like an African. I asked if he was looking forward to experiencing racial prejudice first hand. Meanwhile I became more and more distressed as I realised that it was impossible to pull on a pair of lime green patterned cycling shorts that used to fit me.
Beside us C’s wife A was busy listing all the recent UK job moves. Did I know that BB was moving to Loughborough? (Had BB let slip to A my own recent employment near miss?)