What?

I'd like to know why there was a dozen of my mom chasing me across Manchester this fine day, and I'd like to know why you seem perfectly predisposed to solve the problem.

A- and I'd also like to know why you seem to have a tiny robot as your little friend.

D- do you have a friend in your life who, whenever you talk to them, they seem to have some new weird thing going on?

Oh, yes.

That would be Sarah.

We were in school together.

She's moved to London now, but we talk every six months, and there's always some sort of misadventure that ranges from a Dubai businessman trying to make her his concubine, to a pigeon making its home inside a flat and her being unable to evict the poor little creature.