45 Sunday 16 February
After our chat last night, Jess and I headed from the pub to a supermarket to pick up a cheap smartphone. I managed to get a cheap Android handset for £50. None of the numbers were saved on my SIM card, and I couldn’t risk turning on my own phone, but Jess came up with the ingenious idea of installing Tinder on the new phone so I could access my old messages and get Tom’s number that way.
I sent him a message as soon as I had it, telling him my phone had been stolen but that I was alright and was having to use an old handset until I managed to sort a replacement. He phoned me straight away, but I didn’t answer the call. I waited until it stopped ringing, then called him back — Jess’s idea — so I could hear if the phone made an international connection tone. It did.
