OMG, Harry. The four of us we’re meant to go boating together! Laura makes up swear words that have yet to be invented. She keeps telling me, “pretend I’m a hot blonde!” I say, (in a loud voice) “a fucking hot blonde wouldn’t know the bow from the stern; fucking starboard from port—a God damn bowline from a square knot! Now fucking do what I asked before we kill someone! Can’t wait for a nice relaxing day on the water with you two.