Aftermath
It seems Bridget the Midget missed me and Young Guy disappearing together. He was waiting for me at coffee the next morning, and proceeded to follow me around with puppy dog eyes.
It was quite funny - as me and W were heading into the room for coffee, we could see him inside the door we were headed for. We were as coordinated as a flock of flying geese, as we spotted him at the same time, and swerved for the other door.
He saw us though, and took the short cut to head us off.
There has been no aftermath from W. I was expecting almost continuous piss-taking, but there has been nothing.
This is down to one of two reasons -
(a) she didn’t see, and so doesn’t know she can take the piss, or
(b) she is saving it up, lulling me into a false sense of security.
Obviously I can’t ask to see if it’s (b), in case it’s really (a).
She is having lots of fun ribbing me about Bridget at the moment, so I am just going along with that.