As your never seen and never mentioned before best friend, I've never been so happy. But wait, what's this? While I am moodily wandering the beach, waiting for you to come out of surgery (Ash won't let me wait at the hospital because I ruined the original wedding when I thought Evil Twin Pygge was pregnant with his child rather than just with a cushion up her dress), I run into Robbo, also moodily wandering the beach because Colby put red socks in the wash and now all his vests are slightly pink. He asks me what's wrong, and tenderly wipes away a single glistening tear, and I gaze into his eyes, completely forgetting to ask him who did that TERRIBLE tattoo on his right arm. It's love at first sight.
But what about my penthouse apartment in the city, and my six figure career as a lawyer, so successful as to rival the mighty Morag Bellingham, and the weekend charity work I do because I am also handily a fully qualified paediatric surgeon who spends my days off saving the lives of tiny cute children? What of them? Who wouldn't give all that up to live in a flat over the diner with Colby and Robbo, and earn a living making vegan tofu mockolate brownies with Marilyn?
Because a vacancy has opened up in the diner since Sleeping is in hospital recovering from brain surgery (which I could have done, FYI, if Ash hadn't banned me from her bedside) and pregnant with triplets. So she has been signed off work for at least half an hour.
But what does this mean for my friendship with Sleeping, you ask? Will Ash ever forgive me, or will my relationship with Robbo be the thing that pushes him over the edge into wild-eyed fury again? Not only is Robbo now deleriously happy, but I am not prepared to give up on my friendship with Sleeping. But somehow, I don't see cosy double dates at Salt in our future...