Doom to Delight
I am feeling faintly foolish, but happy. Tall Tom emailed this afternoon, explaining that he’s been working 18 hour days this week and apologising that this has meant our communication’s been a bit off [LG feels v.guilty at this point for having had such negative thoughts].
Tom then went on to say he’s really looking forward to seeing me tomorrow and asked if I’d like to stay over on Sunday night too to make up for not having caught up this week. [LG grins like a loon at this point at the prospect of so much time with him].
Tom is officially a very good bloke.
LG is officially a panic merchant.
Ooops.
I’m off out with Married Mum tonight - this will be the toughest test yet of my no-booze-in-January resolve.
Excellent!
