Last Tuesday a letter from Alan was waiting for me when I got home from work. He seemed so pleased because I had written to him. I can’t remember exactly what I had said but I don’t think I meant to give him the impression he has got, that things are back to normal. He has put off giving me instructions for sweater til ‘his next letter.’
I’ve made up my mind. I am going to start writing to Alan as before. I will tell Mike what I intend to do. Will he just walk away or try to talk me out of it? I think the former will be it.
He has tickets for Clacton for the weekend after. I suppose I had better wave that outing goodbye.
Still, I must wait and see. Now I am going to have another two frustrating months to get through.