"I’m overworked, I’m still angry, I’m pregnant, i can’t have a proper drink, I’m eating fucking Ginger Nuts to stop throwing up—for all the good that does, except make me fatter and angrier. Pretty much the last thing I want to do right now is to act out some adolescent male fantasy! For to make a point? And what bloody point would that be then? Come on! You don’t know anything! John is a friend! He sent me flowers to cheer me up! Don’t be so bloody vulgar!"