It was a Wednesday afternoon, and neither of us had anywhere to be. The rain fell in sheets outside, and the roads we would have otherwise used to get to work were closed. Our lounge was warm, and we sat together on the couch each smoking a cigarette into the already hazy air around us. Clare said, “That’s pretty shit out there.” I agreed, and leant back on the couch. “Fancy a cone?” I asked. “A bit early, isn’t it?” she...