Cath scrunches up her face. ‘A chip van?’

‘Obviously I’m not suggesting that bit, but scrapping the seating plan would solve your problems.’

‘What about the food, though? The venue need a list of everyone who needs the vegetarian or gluten free options. They’d be running around like blue-arsed flies trying to find the right people if we did that.’

‘Some sort of table marker then,’ I suggest. ‘Like when you go to a pub and you take a wooden spoon with a number on it. Maybe have colour coded ones, so people who’ve ordered the vegetarian or gluten free options can make themselves known.’

Cath’s got that look on her face which tells me she can’t see any flaws in my logic, but still doesn’t like the idea because it’s not quite how she envisioned it. I take the opportunity to move onto the next item on the list — preparing the wedding favours.

As we make them, I bring up the subject of Tom. Everything happened so fast yesterday, I haven’t had a chance to update her yet.

‘Tinder strikes again, eh?’ she says.

‘Honestly, he’s really nice. You’ll like him.’

Cath smiles. ‘Good,’ she says. ‘You know, there’s still time to put him down as your plus one for the wedding. If he gets his meal choice in within the next few weeks, he can come to the day too.’

‘Oh, I think that’s a bit soon,’ I say. ‘I only met him a week ago.’

‘I know,’ Cath says, smiling again. ‘Just saying. You deserve someone. Especially after what happened.’

I don’t think it was necessary for her to bring up Matt, but it’s too late now. The damage is done.

‘Yeah. Well, let’s look to the future, shall we?’ I say.

‘Of course. What’s he like?’

‘Tom? He seems really nice. Very open and honest. He told me all about himself, which I liked. Clearly got nothing to hide. He’s gorgeous too, obviously.’

‘Obviously,’ Cath says, giggling.

‘He’s a proper gentleman, too. Polite, respectful. He even offered to pick me up and drop me off home from yours later, so I didn’t have to walk back in the dark.’

‘Blimey. What did you say?’

‘Well, I didn’t want to sound ungrateful, so I told him that was lovely of him to offer and I’d see how things went and let him know. Didn’t want to commit, but didn’t want to seem like a bitch either.’

Cath shrugs. ‘Then say yes. It’s hardly commitment to cadge a lift home, is it? And anyway, it gives me a chance to meet him.’

I smile. Cath’s always had good instincts. She’s rarely wrong about things. I take her at her word, and I send Tom a message to see if the offer of a lift is still on.

We spend the next hour and a half trying to finesse the table plan, before I accept Cath was right: it’s impossible. Somehow, somewhere, someone’s going to be upset.

When the buzzer rings to let me know Tom’s come to pick me up, I’m feeling more than a little relieved. My head’s banging from trying to organise Cath’s seating plan, and half a bottle of wine isn’t helping matters. Cath buzzes him up, and I get up and open the door to let him in.