We’re meeting this afternoon just for a walk and a chat. I wish I had a pair of sexy boots now as it’s very much the right weather for it: bitingly cold but incredibly dry. I’d love to have a big Russian fur coat and nothing underneath, but it’s a bit late to get one of those so it’ll have to be ankle boots, long socks, skirt and blouse. And probably sweater too. I will not be looking my sexiest, I have to say.

I’ll write more later.

I had one hell of a dream of being at Kieran’s house (and I don’t even know where he lives) and I said I was his present and he had to unwrap me. But it was a bit weird that Ha and Lily were there too, and as he peeled my knickers down I almost came in my sleep. Then I woke up and finished the job.

I didn’t get anything interesting for Christmas, so today was the day to treat myself. I’ve ordered some ridiculously over-the-top sexy underwear. It won’t arrive in time for Friday, and I kind of wonder why I’m ordering underwear at all since I barely wear the stuff any more.

I don’t really have presents to open, but I have some to take around to my mum’s. My brother’s turning up with his wife and their little ‘un, which is okay for a short while but I’m going to have had enough by the end of the day.

The best thing that happened this morning was a “Happy Christmas. See you Friday?” message from Kieran.

I almost forgot not to go to work today and woke up with the alarm. I got a run in, then had a shower, then didn’t know what to do with myself. I was sitting around in my dressing gown when my phone buzzed: it was Kieran. He wanted to know if I was around next week. I most certainly am, but I’m going to make you wait a few hours to find out, my boy.

I spent far too much of the afternoon daydreaming, and then wrapped up the last of the presents for the immediate family.

I guess it went well? We got along just fine, but there was definitely no kiss in the air. I suppose it was only a first date. I presume it was a date anyway. Kieran seemed so friendly perhaps he was just being nice?

I haven’t got a message from him, though, so perhaps that’s it. I can’t say I’d blame him. Maybe I should have taken that dress off myself and then see him turn me down.

I haven’t been on a date for a long time, and it took me all day to decide on the long socks and woollen jumper dress. That was the one the start-up seemed to like best. And if things went really well then, hey, it’s really easy to take off. My skin tingled at the thought of Kieran standing and staring at my naked body.

I’m about to go out anyway so I’ll have to write the rest tomorrow.

I sent my reply the first thing this morning: “Sure. What would you like to do?” I didn’t get anything back until lunchtime, but we’re just going out for a drink on Saturday. I’m already wondering what to wear (or what not to wear).

A breakthrough! Ha asked me what I thought about Kieran, and I was cagey. She said he asked if I’d got a message and I said no and my heart leapt, and it turned out Ha had given him my old number.

Something came through that evening asking if I wanted to go out on Saturday. I’ve made myself wait until tomorrow to reply.

We’re all working a bit slowly this week because it’s Christmas soon. Almost everybody has booked Monday off, and some people are heading home on Friday.

Still nothing from Kieran. Pilates still hurts.