If I thought my troubles were over for the week I was wrong. It was three o'clock in the morning and P and I are sitting in the all-night caff with all the taxi drivers and the early-shift underground workers when in walks P's girlfriend, M, a nice girl I knew at school for heaven's sake, and starts laying into us as if we were having an affair or something. I didn't know where to look. Anyway, P took her outside, all the men in the place leering at me like I'm some kind of whore while he's talking to her in full view of the window and she's weeping like you wouldn't believe. I didn't know where to put myself. Then P walks off with her soaking his shoulder and I'm left there with a cup of sugary coffee and a sticky bun for twenty minutes till I left and walked right home. I haven't heard from P since so I don't even know if I'm working tonight and his mobile's off. I am thoroughly sick.