That's okay. Lydia's not going to pry. Truth be told, she's not particularly interested. She's not particularly interested in anything much that doesn't directly affect her.

She sips her wine. It's not too bad for a pub. She sips again.

"God, I wish. I live in the bloody sticks - it's practically a farm, can you believe? The only men around are fat old friends of my dad's. When school was in, it was alright. The lads at the boarding school were a bit of alright. Do you have a boyfriend?"