So, he's supposed to turn up on Friday. I've rearranged babysitting to see him. He doesn't turn up.
Not a peep from the Lawyer until the next day. "Sorry didn't have phone. See you Sunday?"
This is a problem. Sunday is when I moved my babysitting duties to. It's not really babysitting. It's just watching EastEnders with Gemma and Serge and their frighteningly bright toddler.
Not a squeak more from him. I feel vaguely miserable. Suddenly, on Sunday evening he texts. "You okay? Wish I was with you. Where are you?"
I text back "Standing round a trampoline signing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."
Over the course of the weekend, my feelings shift from "upset" to "not that bothered."