I love that man so much, a lady tells me.
I love him with a passion. If he wasn't married I would write him a letter and make a play for him.
She has asked me about the autobiography of a well known popular comedian which is to be published at the end of the week.
I must have that book, she says.
I'll reserve a copy for you, I say.
He has such a wicked twinkle, you never know what he is going to say next, she says.
I'll let you know when it arrives, I tell her.
How much is it? she asks.
I tell her.
How much!! she says.
I tell her it's a hardback.
But I don't want a hardback, she says. I can't take a hardback to bed with me, put me down for a paperback.
But that will be next year, I tell her.
That's fine, she tells me, I'll see you next year.