On Friday night, Jimmy and I had a meal at The Langley in Covent Garden. He let me get off the train at Holborn as he said that Covent Garden Station only has lifts to get down to the platforms, but we had so much trouble finding the place that on the way back, I agreed to take the lift down to the Covent Garden Station instead. I babbled a bit incoherently into Jimmy’s chest as the lift descended and he said I was the only one talking as the lift went down, but if he was bothered by my talking, he never said so.

He helps me cope with my phobias so much. I couldn’t face these things without his love and support. Lifts is one that will still take a while but at least with this one at Covent Garden, it was relatively smooth, certainly compared to the one at the Brighton Thistle Hotel.