46 Friday 21 February
When Tom called me last night to tell me he was about to board his flight, I almost had a full-blown anxiety attack. I’ve managed to keep a lid on things for the past few days. Thankfully he’s only been able to call me once a day while he’s been away, and I’ve been able to hold it together for the ten or fifteen minutes we had to speak.
I told him I was having to go through my contents insurance for a replacement phone as I didn’t have any money. Partially true. My old phone is off — and staying off — and hidden in the box of Christmas decorations in the loft. That gives me the best part of a year to get rid of it or work out how to transfer things I need off of it and onto a new device without it registering as being switched on.
Even though I knew he was going to
