And being confronted by Jamie is not the only thing that unsettles me. This time yesterday, no man had ever bought me flowers. Now it’s happened twice in just over twelve hours. If I was being a total pedant, I’d say Jamie’s aren’t quite as tasteful as Ben’s, but it’s the thought that counts. And the thought terrifies me. I know the second I set eyes on him as he stands on the doorstep – gazing at me in my dressing gown while I clutch the tea and toast of my new lover – what they represent. I know what he’s about to say before he opens his mouth. These flowers might be swathed in plastic, with a supermarket sticker revealing that they had £3 off. But they’re flowers – and there’s only one reason why a man who’s never bought flowers makes a sudden and drastic policy change. To show he means business. So when Jamie asks if he can come in and talk, because he’s come to a decision and he thinks I’m going to be happy about it, frankly, I can barely hear what he’s saying.
