I woke up still feeling really angry about having to take Jasper away with us, but I spoke to Karen and Susie, who both said I shouldn’t if I didn’t want to. Regardless of whether people were expecting him or not, they both said that it wasn’t fair for me to have to do something I didn’t want to do because Phil had gone ahead and told everyone.

Instead, I took Jasper to Susie’s and spent the rest of the day before Phil arrived, nervous and anticipating him being angry with me, and of us arguing, him not speaking to me, and the whole weekend being ruined.

Phil picked me up. I told him Jasper was at Susie’s and he just said, “OK.” I told him that Jasper would be too much of a handful, and that I didn’t like that Phil made the decision for me, and he understood completely. He didn’t do any of the things I thought he might; he was just kind and understanding.

Somewhere along the line over the last few days, I forgot who and what Phil is, and I replaced him with Tom again. I shouldn’t have.

We drove to the hotel and had a really lovely evening – a walk along the marina, dinner in the hotel restaurant and then bed. Phil was ill with a heavy cold, but he still made such an effort. I forgot how good he is to me.