Do I know you?

We are playing swing ball in the garden. Sam – my delicate, kind, gentle Sam – is getting pretty good. She whacks the ball and flies round, whizzing past my nose.

“That was mega!” she grins proudly.

Honestly, I don’t think I’ve even been in the company of someone who uses “mega” like that, let alone use it myself. We are in lockdown. We see no one. She sees no one. Where did she get it?

“Yes,” I reply causally, “that was mega.”