So S has finally been spotted. An edgy voice spoke on the telephone yesterday that he was fine, however, was finding it difficult to come to my place the next day. He just came back to Utrecht, as he spoke to me, after some look-around in Amsterdam. S then fancied a day trip to Paris the next day. Oh. How asinine of him to have just fancied about that. He must do everything to make it a reality, I strongly urged. He can even come to my place the next day. He agreed to ring me about his decision today.