‘Are you asking my plans for a Monday two months in advance?’ Hot Danish asked incredulously. I’d booked our flights to London – a city in which you have to plan ahead to get ahead, I’d given the visit dates to friends and some of them were already booked up, but HD was as laid-back as ever. ‘We’d better book that table for three and forget a girly catch-up,’ I said to Monique. ‘I expect HD will join us.’

HD likes to be spontaneous. ‘I’ve already ordered a pizza,’ he said proudly as he arrived home recently as I was stripping off my gym clothes to get in the shower. ‘How about we go out for dinner tonight?,’ he often says. I think spontaneity is overrated. When did spontaneity get you a table at Dabbous? When did it give you time to get ready for that top table? Impromptu drinks? No, thanks; I like to feel prepared for those workday hangovers and organise my work schedule accordingly.

Of course, many good plans go awry and it’s best not to stick too closely to an itinerary and miss out on opportunities. But some rudimentary plans are vital when it comes to travelling… Such as ensuring you have a valid passport; that you visit Beirut before Tel Aviv; and when your well-researched venue turns out to be booked for a private party make sure you can blag your way in (tip: give an unusual name and say you’re a journalist from Vogue).

HD is not unaccustomed to making plans; he just usually reserves them for the workplace. And to our long-term future. He leaves life’s frivolities to me. ‘I’m happy to go along with your plans for London. I don’t mind what you want to do,’ he said. Which is absolutely fine by me.