Was Jude.
"What?" she said. "He didn't talk to you because he was in the middle of a football match? Go out. Go out immediately. Don't be in when he calls back. How dare he!"
Immediately realized Jude was right and if Mark really cared about me football would not have been more important. Shaz was even more emphatic.
"The only reason men are so obsessed with football is that they're bone idle," she exploded. "They think by supporting some team or other and making a lot of noise they've actually won the match themselves and deserve to have cheering and clapping and a great fuss made of them."
"Yes. So are you coming round to Jude's?"
"Er, no . . ."
"Why not?"
"I'm watching the match with Simon."
Simon? Shazzer and Simon? But Simon is just one ofour mates.
"But I thought you just said ... ?"
"That's different. The reason I like football is it's a very interesting game."
Hmm. Was just leaving the house when phone rang again.
"Oh, hello, darling. It's Mum. We're having the most marvellous time. Everyone adores Wellington! We took him to the Rotary and..."
"Mother," I hissed. "You can't parade Wellington around like some sort of exhibit."
"Do you know, darling," she said icily, "if there's one thing I really don't like it's racism and bigotry."
"What?"
"Well. When the Robertsons were up from Amersham we took them to the Rotary and you didn't say anything about that, did you?"
I gawped, trying to untangle the web of warped logic. "Always putting everyone in little boxes, aren't you, with your 'Smug Marrieds' and 'Singletons' and coloured people and homos. Anyway, I was just ringing about Miss Saigon on Friday. It starts at seven thirty."
Oh Christ. "Er ... !" I said wildly. Sure I didn't say yes, sure of it.
"Now come along, Bridget. We've bought the tickets." Resignedly agreed to bizarre jaunt, making gabbling excuse about Mark working, which completely set her off.
"Working, durrr! What's he doing working on a Friday
night? Are you sure he's not working too hard? I really don't think working..."
"Mum, I've really got to go, I'm late for Jude," I said firmly.
"Oh, always rushing about. Jude, Sharon, yoga. I'm surprised you and Mark have got any time to see each other at all!"
Once round at Jude's flat, the conversation moved naturally to Shazzer and Simon.
"But, actually" - Jude leaned forward confidentially, even though no one else was there -'I bumped into them in the Conran Shop on Saturday. And they were giggling together over cutlery like a pair of Smug Marrieds."
What is it about modern Singletons that only way they can have a normal relationship is if it isn't supposed to be a relationship? There's Shaz who isn't going out with Simon doing what couples are supposed to do, and me and Mark who are supposed to be going out not seeing each other at all.
"If you ask me people should not say "just good friends" but "just going out with each other"," I said darkly.
"Yup," said Jude. "Maybe the answer is platonic friends combined with a vibrator."
Got back to remorseful message from Mark saying he had tried to ring straight after the match but phone was permanently engaged and now I was out. Was just wondering whether to call him back when he rang.