This morning I have a sore throat and feel decidedly off-colour – no doubt the result of Friday night’s activities combined with spending Saturday stood in the rain.
Maybe as a result of that, coupled with the Silence Of The Telephone, the optimism which has carried me at great height through the weekend is slowly beginning to ebb away. No, I’m not stressing about it, no really, I’m not. Honest.
I just wish she’d call. I hate waiting. I’m crap at waiting.