A rather disastrous date with D last night. It started just the same way as usual, but in the pub he started to drink pretty hard. When it came time for me to go to work, he tried to persuade me to stay, then when I left by myself, he ran after me and grabbed me. I was very alarmed, and I sort of froze. He saw my face and he tried to laugh it off and even called me a taxi.

I'm only having anything to do with him in case he screws up the Greek trip for me. When it's over, he's history.. or archaeology.  ie dead and buried!