I’m now back at my mother’s flat in Shalford waiting for Suzie to call. I feel like a complete moron, having blown the best part of £500 on horses, fruit-machines and booze yesterday.
Griff had told me he loved me and Maddy looked me in the eye for at least a second before I floated out to my car, while Clara, the matchmaker that she is, pulled my face towards that of her mother to