Thomas gave me a present. It was a disposable vape with ten thousand puffs and tasted of pineapple lemon. I must get out of the mindset that this small gift means something. After all, we’ve hated each other for fifteen years, and one kind gesture means nothing, but it was nice.

Today, I visited a new Scandinavian Cafe a few streets away and thought that this would be a good place to write the book that I will call ‘Loving Thomas’. I also thought it a good place to invite him one afternoon.

We’ve realised that we work well together and are an impressive team, but I’m reminded of a Lonnie Gordon song from 1990 that was called ‘Happening All Over Again’.