‘That’s not true, but okay. I just wanted to make sure we’re good. You haven’t been yourself lately. I know you’ve had a lot going on.’

‘I’m over Jordan. That’s one thing off the list.’

‘He doesn’t know what he’s lost.’

Faith collects her purse and puts on her cardigan. It’s early spring. Intermittently wet, but warming up outside. Winter is over.

‘I’m sure he’s missing my sausage rolls.’

I’d served us a plate for lunch. So yummy. And after the labour in disposing the tacky pieces of plywood, well earned.

‘And the mini frittatas are another favourite he’s probably hankering for,’ I add.

‘Your delicious prawn dumplings.’

‘And snack-sized beef wellingtons.’

‘The cheeky cherry cheesecakes.’

‘And lemon sherbet slices.’

‘Ooh, those lemon sherbet slices. Will you please make those for me for summer?’ Faith says. I agree I will. ‘We can feast away while your ex-boyfriend literally starves to death without you. That will teach him!’ She kisses my cheek. ‘Call me if you change your mind about tonight.’

We all received another invite to the Tricycle Club, but it’s not compulsory and, it’s been a big day and I want to go to the gym again in the morning. That’s another thing that’s surprised me – how much I’m enjoying exercise. Nikolai has a lot to be proud of! ‘We’ll be there from about eight. Bye, darling.’

Faith leaves.

Without putting it off, I call Jordan to say his stuff has been disposed of, but I still need my keys back, he diverts the call to voicemail – I can tell by the number of rings. Bastard.

To soak my aches and pains from the DIY disposal and my gym sessions throughout the week, I take a long, hot soaking bath. Not bothering to get dressed or into pyjamas after, I crawl immediately in to bed, warm and cosy between my new rose-gold duvet cover and dusky-pink silk sheets. Ostensibly, to read. But before I open a page, my eyes are closed for a nap. Visualising a wonderful tomorrow – I may get up early and head to Clifton Gardens nursery for bulbs and seedlings, and I could paint the abandoned plant pots with a Farrow & Ball colour scheme, or I could pop to a market and spend the day baking, or all of the above – I doze off. When I stir, it’s dark. Just on 9 p.m.

With my big plans for tomorrow still in mind, I decide to get an early night and an excessively decent sleep. I get up to take my herbal pills, the happy and the sleepy one, and then I snuggle myself back in to bed.

Half an hour later, I’m still awake. I check the bottle of slumber-inducing hops, valerian and passion flower. Despite the warning on the label, I take a second capsule.

Another hour passes and I’m wide awake.