"So," she said, again.
"Uh huh?"
"When are we doing that girl's weekend you promised me?"
"Um. When are you free?"
"For you? Always."
"Charley... be serious for a bit, will you?"
"Shan't. Won't," she laughed. "How does two weeks time sound? I've got a gap in my manic social life then."
I riffled through my mental calendar, and snorted ruefully at myself. Of course I was free.
"Um... it sounds... nice?" I admitted.
"Want me to come down to you? Or shall we look for something midway?"
"Actually, I'll come to you. I... I want to see where you live; It would be nice to see somewhere new and pretty. Ipswich is... well... it's Ipswich."
"It has the sea."
"But not our sea. This one's muddy and cold. And it's really more of an estuary, when you get down to it."
"I guess Lincoln is bet
