Ten days pass. I want to follow norms and say it was like an age. It wasn’t. It was busy and I had lots to do. When your boyfriend is in Afghanistan you still need to wash. The realisation came to me abruptly when I had no pants left. You still need to go to the gym, you still need to send your Nana a birthday card and no matter how understanding your colleagues and friends are they still expect you to have a semblance of control, a grasp on their reality. “We knoooowww Fiona, but the thing is, Sarah needs to know now if you’re going to make the Grease The Musical, because she needs to book the tickets, if you leave it any longer you might not be sitting next to us.” Right, of course.