Wish there was some way I could let her know I’m coming, clearly there isn’t but doesn’t stop me wanting to. Hope she’s even just a bit understanding. Wonder how I’d react if someone I thought had totally jilted me suddenly turned up on my doorstep…
Better go n find passport and pack. Maybe iron / wash something. Can’t rock up looking a total mess. Although, guess she already knows what I’m like, just can’t help feeling like it’s some kind of full on first date, in some weird parallel universe where this kind of thing happens all the time.
Hopefully be back with good news soon…
