QUOTE : But?” “But I can’t stop thinking about him.” The truth of these words startles me, as I admit to myself how much I am thinking of Ted. “Well, there’s your answer,” says Sue, tapping her forehead. “Men are like woodworm. Once they’ve wheedled their way in, they’re almost impossible to get rid of. Even when you’ve had the wood treated, the holes are there to stay.” I’m not sure this is the most romantic analogy I’ve ever heard. “Ah, it’s been a while since I’ve had any woodwormy wood,” says Monica wistfully, causing me to splutter on my damson gin.