Friday late night is a crap shift to do, it was really busy, Madge is in her element, but I had really sore feet and a terrible ear after putting up with some really stupid customers. Some of them try to kid themselves they’re thinner or younger than they are and when the clothes don’t fit or they look ridiculous they blame the cut or the quality. I dared to suggest to a woman today that she needed a size 14 rather than a 12 and she accused me of being rude and walked out. Imogen and I were gagging to get out of there and down the pub, or down the boozer as she said, thinking it was hilarious. We only managed to get there a few minutes before Jed wandered in to tell us more about the art of butchery. Then Matt came in and asked me in what must have been a comedy whisper because practically the whole pub heard, whether or not I’d thought about what he’d asked. When he went to the bar Jed said: “you’re not thinking of going back out with him are you?†And I didn’t know what to say so I said that I didn’t know. He rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything, but it made me feel really ashamed and stupid to be even thinking about it. I knew that I’d be diminished in the eyes of Jed if I did go back out with Matt, so I made up my mind that I wouldn’t, but when Matt came back I felt as if I really wanted to and began to think that it wasn’t really any of Jed’s business anyway and who was he to judge me. Aaaarrrrrrrrrrrrg.