"Hey Matt, Beer Fest? You up for it?"
"Oh," I replied, trying not to sound relieved, "I'll be in Canada."
It's fair to say that the Reading Beer Festival isn't exactly my thing. I don't like beer for a start. I know you're not supposed to say things like that. All hail to the ale? No thanks. Spending a day drinking it with inebriated colleagues talking about the only thing we all have in common... well, it's not for me. There are better ways to spend a day off.
"Whereabouts?" asked Nell, sounding interested. Louise came in and started washing her cup under the tap.
"I'll be in Toronto," I went on, "My friend lives there; I think we're going to go to Niagara, see the lakes, hang out in the city, that kind of thing. I'm really looking forward to it."
"Nice," said Ant, twiddling his coffee cop on the counter.
"Oh God, Toronto," said Louise. "My friend went there when she was eighteen, met a guy within a month and came back pregnant. I think there's something in the water."
There was a pause.
"So um... be careful, Matt," she said. Funny.
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