Another text update from Phil.
This time he thinks i’m about to lose it. He’s told me so. He’s convinced that reaching the milestone of 1 month with virtually no blokes in sight will lead to my demise, he’s scared of losing me forever to the dark world of finger food and chitter chatter style lunches.
He’s worried. And if the truth be known, so am I.
You see, I’m quite enjoying quiche, organic houmous dips and putting forward theories on babies sleep patterns.
Still. I’ll meet Phil. Maybe he’ll get a round of spritzers in.