After the excitement of yesterday, an anticlimax.  No news, no nothing.  I am feeling like the Jane Austen heroine who, jilted by the dashing captain, discovers the true-hearted (if dull) curate is really the one.  My goodness, I do go OTT with my metaphors.

She tried to stay positive.  Unfortunately, that’s hard when the person you believed in fails when tested.  Words hung in the still air, buoyant and empty.