‘I get why you’re a little reticent,’ she says once I’ve finished talking. ‘I’m sure it won’t be a surprise to learn that I’d have kicked him in the balls if he’d suggested that he was in any way better than me, but at least he realised he’d said the wrong thing straight away and apologised. Not many men would do that. So, if I can summarise, it seems that he’s definitely into you, you’re definitely into him physically but worried he might be a secret arsehole.’

‘That’s pretty much it,’ I agree. ‘I mean, he is good-looking and I do find his biceps very distracting.’ I decide not to tell her that he’s also featured in some rather graphic dreams that left me feeling distinctly hot and flustered.

‘Hmm. I think the men you’ve met through the apps recently have probably affected your judgement, but there’s no harm in being cautious. If I were you, I’d sit back and see what he does. He’s got your number, so he’ll text you if he’s keen. You’re holding all the cards at the moment because you’re not completely sure about him, so play that to your advantage. Maybe do the hard-to-get thing a little, but not too much. If this was a one-off aberration and he’s actually prime boyfriend material, you don’t want to scare him off.’

‘You’re sounding like Mum now,’ I tell her with a laugh. ‘Start going on about how long it’s been since my last relationship and how I’m not getting any younger and you could actually be her.’

‘Don’t,’ she groans. ‘She was on at me the other day about us conceiving a brother or sister for Isaac before I’m too old. I’m only thirty-two, for God’s sake! Now I come to think about it, you should definitely start dating this Luke guy. It will take her focus off me for a while.’

‘I’ll bear that in mind,’ I remark sarcastically. ‘Talking of men, how’s Greg?’

‘Greg who?’

‘Ha ha. Your husband Greg.’

‘Oh, him! No idea. He’s off at some pharmaceutical conference in Birmingham being terribly busy and important. He’s here so rarely I swear Isaac hasn’t a clue who he is. He pops home at the weekends to claim his marital rights and then poof, he’s gone again and it’s like he was never here.’

‘Oh, Tash. I’m sorry.’

‘Don’t be. It’s the wine talking and I’m probably being overdramatic. It just seems like he’s away a lot lately.’

‘Have you asked him about it?’