‘Sorry,’ I said. ‘I’d have been ready ages ago but these jeans were in the only bag I hadn’t unpacked. I’ve also put my phone down somewhere, so I lost track of time a bit. I plugged it in to charge after lunch, but can’t remember where. I’m just not used to so many room and socket options.’

Giles continued to gaze into the mirror, running a hand through his hair and then pulling a foppish wave or two to one side. ‘We’re fine. It’s only just gone eight and your phone is in the kitchen – by the wine rack,’ he murmured, without turning round. ‘Oh and can you grab a bottle to take to Kerry’s while you’re there?’

‘Will do.’ I squeezed past him, heading for the kitchen. ‘And don’t worry, you look beautiful,’ I added, entertained by the uncharacteristic interest he was taking in his appearance.

He didn’t reply and when I returned with my phone and the wine a minute later, he was still staring at his reflection, although now somewhat disconsolately, I thought.

‘Something the matter?’ I asked.

He shook his head. ‘No, no, it’s just what we were talking about this morning. I really must lose some weight and sort myself out in general.’

I placed a concerned hand on his shoulder. ‘Is this all because of Tubby?’

‘In part,’ he acknowledged, attempting to turn to face me and shuffling his feet awkwardly under the deadweight of Anthony as he did so. ‘But I have to admit that there’s also a little bit of vanity involved.’ He tugged at his waxed jacket. ‘I discovered yesterday that my nickname amongst the current cohort of students is Farmer Giles, and God only knows how the neighbours see me.’

‘Oh, come on,’ I laughed, handing him the bottle of wine. ‘You’re not upset because June thought you were gay, are you? Some of the most stylish and attractive men in the world are gay. It’s actually a huge compliment.’

He looked at me blankly. ‘I believe June is the one person in the avenue who doesn’t think I’m gay.’

I thought for a moment. ‘Oh yes, sorry, it’s everyone else, isn’t it?’

‘It is.’

‘Well, then!’ I exclaimed. ‘That’s an even bigger compliment!’

He heaved a sigh. ‘Yes, I suppose it is,’ he said wearily. ‘Thank you for helping me to see the uplifting truth of the matter, Edie.’

I nudged him. ‘Are you regretting inviting me to come and live with you?’

He nodded vigorously. ‘Not one iota of regret.’

I laughed again and gave him a gentle shake. ‘Honestly, Giles, if I thought you were even slightly unattractive, I’d tell you.’

‘You wouldn’t.’