Scurvy Jane and the case of the message from the Gyna Colleges

Scurvy Jane had the mother of all arguments with her boyfriend and is staying with us for an indefinite amount of time until she realises that living in the same house as Jill Y is more terrifying than George Lucas making another Star Wars prequel. The scurvy one is Jill Y’s best friend and by some bizarre law that I’ll never quite understand, that makes her my best friend too. I’ve been told that somewhere in the ‘best friend handbook’ lies the rule that says I now have to take messages for her. Earlier today I took a message but to be perfectly honest, I wasn’t paying too much attention to it: