Halfway through the year and what better way to do it than to inflict pain on my stomach muscles at Pilates.

I messaged Elise when I got home to see what she wanted to do on Friday night. I’m feeling a bit nervous about it, to be honest. It sort of feels like a date but not exactly. But how many times have I said that before and nothing ever happens? And when did I start thinking that going out with a girl was a date?