Hmph.

It's five minutes to three. I'm sorry...that's leaving things a little late isn't it? I mean...that really is leaving it late. I sent a text about a half an hour ago: Hello shiny. I'm guessing as I've not heard anything we're not meeting later? Could you let me know please? I hope you had a nice day yesterday :) xx

Thus far, nothing. So he's either a: been hit by lightning or something or b: a rude bastard. Man, I surely can pick em. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed. I am actually (don't tell anyone) secretly rather gutted. But we don't tell anyone that. Or that every time something like this happens I'm all brash and brazen and fuck-you...and crushed horribly. Yeah.

Well, I'll put some things in a bag and head to A's, I think. Three hours on the motorway followed by copious drinking and wailing should sort me out.