Well, that does it. Ian texted me this afternoon at work to say he was sorry, but he has to postpone my birthday dinner, as his wife had organised something that he’d forgotten about. We’ll probably have it in four years. I don’t think.
I actually felt a bit off when I got up, anyway, so I decided to do a RAT test and a pregnancy test to be on the safe side. Unfortunately, I multi-tasked, and now I’m not sure what the results mean.