‘Why did you just take a photo of me?’ he asked. ‘Who knows why I do anything?’ I replied. ‘Just don’t be putting me in any more wrongcards.’ ‘I would never do that,’ I said firmly. ‘You did one that said I smoked weed at work.’ ‘Maybe it was your imaginary friend,’ I said. ‘I don’t have one,’ he replied. ‘Funny you should think that…’