Gemma: Eeeek!

Charlotte: What? What’s the matter?

Gemma: Charlotte? Is that you?

Charlotte: Of course it’s me, silly!

Gemma: Phew! You gave me a terrible shock, Charlotte! But why do you look… like that?

Charlotte: Why do you think? It’s my beauty treatment, of course!

Gemma: Beauty??

Charlotte: Yes… hair, fingers, toes, face. It’s all about looking good, Gemma. So how was your weekend in Brighton?

Gemma: Not so good, actually. I wanted a romantic weekend with Marco. He came by Eurostar – you know, through the tunnel – just to see me. I met him at Waterloo, and we went down to Brighton together. It started well, but then, well it started raining and it continued until he went home again.

Charlotte: Oh, you poor thing!

Gemma: Yes, I imagined lovely walks along the beach, arm in arm in the moonlight, but we just stayed in our room at the Bed and Breakfast…

Charlotte: Oooh!

Gemma: …and he watched the sports channel on TV. Then we finally went out shopping, and he bought me some earrings…

Charlotte: Oh that’s nice, huh?

Gemma: No, look!

Charlotte: Oh, dear! Come on, Gemma, I’m sure next will be much better…