Ok, so since Tuesday night I have heard nothing. Radio silence, as they say.

My train out of London will be leaving in just over three hours' time... and he's supposedly picking me up at the other end.

I think my chances of talking him around are slimmer than Victoria Bekcham. And if (when) that's the case, god am I going to be gutted. Absolutely heartbroken.

One of my friends asked me why I was going? But it's ok for her, she's found the love of her life and moved in with him after six months. They've just got a dog and everything's la-di-da. She doesn't understand.

Another, my cousin, was a bit more circumspect. If you really like someone, she reasoned, then you just have to put your heart on the line. After all, what have you got to lose apart from your pride?! Ha. That last bit tickled me.