49 Days In 1988: Week 12 – Their Lives In My Hands

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London – March 30th, 1988

A phone call from Stewart, today, means a meeting for us this Saturday lunchtime. He appeared last Saturday night while I was out at Bromptons and, since then, I’ve had three phone calls from him. However, like Graeme, he has a boyfriend, but not quite in the same sense.

He’s lived with his boyfriend for many years and told me that they don’t sleep together anymore. (How many times have I heard that before?) I believe him, but it’s still a delicate situation. The talk we will have on Saturday should hopefully sort a few things out.

I’m now seeing Graeme on Friday night when I will stay with him for the night. I’m looking forward to it, even if only for what goes on…