Sometimes it is impossible not to eavesdrop. The café where I had a solitary lunch today was quiet with a nearby table occupied by two young ladies. It was quite a long wait for the food to appear and they were chatting with little attempt to lower their voices. One of them, poor soul, was having terrible problems making the final split from her boyfriend and ‘moving on’ as she called it. The other girl who could barely get a word in was sympathetic but you could sense an impatience there. As for the boyfriend – the way she described him she would be better off without him. How could I not listen in? There was nothing else to do other than pretend to read the rubbish magazine I had bought in WH Smith – an essential when you dine alone. I left before they did so had to leave them with the problem unresolved. I hope she does the right thing. She was a pretty girl and should have no trouble moving on.