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‘Really!’ said Rosie, pretending to sound amazed. ‘How horrid. Why doesn’t it try to climb out?’
‘It’s in the top bit. There’s a lid on.’
‘All the same. It can’t be very nice in there.’
‘It’s not a real hippo, silly,’ said Jamie.
‘Isn’t it?’ said Rosie.
‘Come on,’ I said. I’d been talking to little kids all day. I’d had enough of it.
‘So?’ said Rosie when we were alone in my room.
‘I actually got to speak to him, properly, this morning.’
‘You did! What’s he like?’
‘He’s not nearly as full of himself as we thought.’
I gave her a quick update on the events of the morning and then the night before, complete with an account of the party in lurid detail. But she only seemed interested in one thing — Matt.
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