“They want me to be able to do double entry bookkeeping though,” OldHousemate says. And by OldHousemate, I don’t mean that she’s 90, just that I used to live with her.
“Oh God,” I say.
“Have you done it?”
“I passed an exam on it last year, but I couldn’t tell you what it was,” I say. “I just memorised what to do.”
“Ah. Can you imagine if I got the job?! And then when they came to train me I’d be like – so what’s money?”
I laugh. “I got confused about numbers today. We had to work out redundancy payments in employment law… And we had to do 9 times 1 times 2.5, and my friend said it mattered what order you did it in…”
“No it doesn’t!” OldHousemate says.
“Well I thought that! But I couldn’t explain why.”
“Okay – 9 times 1 is 18.”
“9 times 1 is 18,” I say, deadpan.
“Oh, woops. Ignore me!”
