Another date with D. I'm beginning to dread them. He seems OK, really, and I'm keeping him sweet because I don't want any hassle about the Greek trip but I certainly don't fancy him and it's a question of looking kind of available without actually being. We meet at the Uni, look at whatever's new about the trip, then eat, still Dutch, then a drink (or a few in his case), then he takes me home. He's had a couple of goes at getting me back to his flat, but it's in Finchley and he shares, so it's not really practical, thank God. Especially because I usually tell him I'm working on the overnight shift, even if I'm not. I've asked him in for a cuppa, but he always refuses. I've got a feeling that he carries on drinking after he delivers me.