Updated on Tuesday, March 15, 2011 at 12:30PM by Vix
The boyfriend doesn’t take well to surprises. He had been in a strange mood all day. I had put it down to a silly squabble we had had in the morning, but it turns out that he was anxious. I should have taken the hints; he had been desperately trying to gather more information on where I was taking him that evening.
I wasn’t letting on much, but he had managed to ascertain the following:
- It was not The Streets concert in Brixton (disappointing)
- We were heading East
- There would be food involved
- He could wear trainers (he didn’t)
- He needn’t wear a shirt (he did)
But it wasn’t enough. When I stopped the cab a mile too far down the road without explanation it all became too much.