Despite being busily full, the last two days have painstakingly ambled along.

After my pleasurable thinking about Harry in the bath, my Monday went slowly downhill in the blur of a lingering hangover.  The day was only propped up by plenty of coffee to get me through college all day, a few hours of fruitless revision and an early night. 

Tuesday flew past with a clearer head which was just as well as I had two long floristry lectures covering principles in design and colour harmony and design concepts over the last ten years. The evening brought some well-needed productive revision to get me back on track and focused followed by down time when I took Percy for a lovely long walk. 

The leisurely stroll allowed me the time to ponder about Harry.  I hadn't heard from him since Sunday but then I hadn't really expected too.  He did say he'd see me on Wednesday and although I really wanted to text him a 'good morning' on Monday, simple and unassuming as it would have been, I didn't for fear of coming across too strongly.    

Today I can't stem the fluttering apprehension in my chest as I drive towards Summer Haze.  There is no denying I am looking forward to seeing him again.  I woke up this morning all bright eyed and bushy tailed, hummed my way through my shower, actually made myself a decent lunch for a change and literally cannot stop the smile that is permanently etched across my lips. 

Percy keeps gazing across at me with a look that says 'what are you on woman' as I belt out Coldplay at the top of my lungs.  A Sky Full of Stars is blasting far too loudly through the car speakers but when the song ends and streams into the serene eulogy of honest love that is A Message, I gently remind myself I am supposed to be working today and actually not there to see Harry. 

As I approach the house, it strikes me that it looks distinctly shut up as though there is no one about.  The curtains and blinds are all closed but Harry's car is in the driveway so he must be around. 

I park up in the usual spot and, with Percy following eagerly behind me, enter the garden through the side gate.  As I pass the kitchen door I am surprised as usually standing open, today it's firmly shut.  Thinking nothing of it, I knock lightly hoping he will answer so I can say hello but he doesn't come to the door.  Oh well, perhaps he's out for a run.  I will catch up with him later.  

I have a whole variety of jobs on my 'to do' list to accomplish today.  My carefully constructed plan is designed to make maximum impact on the garden with it being the end of May, signalling the finish of spring and beginning of the warmer summer months.  The schedule is going to be non-stop but I am determined to have an effective day.  Also the weather is fine so it will make it all the more easier and I waste no time in setting to work. A hard day's work in the garden is like a rewarding workout for my body and soothing therapy for my mind all rolled into one.

I start inside the greenhouse before it gets too unbearably hot.  I fling open the doors and vents to let the warm temperature of late spring flood inside.  Rhubarb stems that have been forced grown need harvesting and I am sure Harry can make something tasty with them. 

I tend to peppers, cucumbers and tomatoes in their grow bags then move outside to check on the vegetable patches.  The weather has been fine for over three weeks now so late frosts are unlikely.  Potatoes need earthing up and I plant some more along with runner beans and courgettes.  I check the kale, peas, lettuce and spinach sown under cloches earlier in the month and pick the winter kale and sprouting broccoli.  More vegetable offerings for Chef Harry! 

Percy is never far from my side and I chat away to him as I place straw in between the strawberry plants to keep them clean.  He rummages his nose through the straw pile and sneezes profusely for his trouble.  

As the sunshine rises higher in the sky, I move towards the middle garden by the pool to apply feed and weed killer to the expanse of lawn then down to the lawn directly behind the house to do the same.

There's been no sign of Harry but being out of sight of the house and busy, he has only briefly crossed my mind a few times.  That's until now because I am working directly opposite the back of the property and I can't help but keep looking towards the house.  A couple of times I detect he's in there as I think I see movement inside but can't be sure.  It could just be the light reflecting off the windows or the reflection of trees swaying in the light breeze.  I am sure he'd come out if he is around, there is no reason not too.  Anyhow, I still have so much to do and although a welcome one, he'd be too much of a distraction so I brush my thoughts aside. 

After my rewarding morning, I am ahead of schedule and decide to break for lunch.  I grab 20 minutes to eat my tuna, mayo and cucumber sarnie, give Percy some treats, a long drink of water and plenty of attention and then I set back to work. 

The afternoon is spent weeding the flower beds, planting some more summer bedding plants, prepare hanging baskets with fuchsias, dead-heading pansy flowers and sowing some primrose and sweet William.

My dreaded job of the day, and the one I've been putting off, is the tiresome but necessary removal of moss and weeds from the first lawn, path and shed patio.  Once completed I breath a sigh of relief.  I finish with a pest control sweep of the entire garden.

It's 5pm and I am absolutely shattered but give myself a pat on the back because I have achieved everything I set out too today.  In desperate need of a drink, I flop down under the shade of the apple tree in the Orchard to rest for a while before I clear everything away.

Making my way down the garden, I stop by the greenhouse and grab the old wooden crate which contains the rhubarb, winter kale and sprouting broccoli then continue on towards the house. The curtains and blinds remain firmly shut which is surprising as normally on a warm day Harry would open the windows.  The kitchen door is also still closed so I knock loudly several times but he doesn't come to the door.  Feeling quite deflated, I place the crate down on the floor and leave.  I am disappointed not to see him today, I thought he might come out and chat as I worked or play with Percy or even more invite me in for a cuppa like he has before.

I decide not to overthink it; he's probably just had a busy day and got swept up like I have been in other activities.  I arrive home around 6pm and for a change everyone is home.  I grab a shower and we all sit down around the table for a lovely family meal and catch-up with each other.    Once I've helped mum clear up I head upstairs to revise for a couple of hours. 

I decide to text Harry that I was sorry to have missed him earlier and to say that I'd left the produce outside the door but that was three hours ago and he hasn't replied.  It's now 10pm and I snuggle into my pillow and drift off to sleep with Percy curled up at the end of my bed, keeping me company and my feet warm.   

On Thursday I catch up as usual with Olive in the canteen.  We would normally speak if not at least text each other every day but we have both been rushing around and haven't caught up since the party. 

She spends our whole free half an hour telling me the nitty-gritty of her night with Brandon and how wonderful it was until he invited another girl to join in with the action.  She admits she tried it but it wasn't her thing.  She drew the line as she put it at 'sharing', let alone fulfilling his fantasies when he suggested he watch the two of them.  She appears nonchalant about the whole debacle, resigned to the fact that she knew what she was getting herself into when she dared to dally with him.

In truth, the tales about her sexual exploits usually pique my interest and although I am listening to her my mind is elsewhere.  Harry still hasn't texted me and I don't understand how I feel about it.  On the one hand I think perhaps I am being a bit of a bunny boiler and unreasonable over the top we only kissed stalker but on the other, I feel justifiably annoyed that he hasn't even had the courtesy to send a quick response to me.

My focus swings back around to Olive and I tell her all about Jason.  To say she is furious is an understatement.  When she spots him across the canteen all hell breaks lose and before I can stop her, she stalks towards him and then proceeds to give him a dressing down in front of the surrounding tables including his girlfriend Sarah.  I expect him to be a smug bastard about it all but I am totally surprised when he looks embarrassed, keeping his head down the whole time and not retaliating to her harsh words.

I stay firmly in my seat not wanting to fuel the fire, particularly as Sarah is there.  The last thing I need is a shouting match with her or for Jason to bring up the mystery guy who turned up to give me a lift.  Not that he would mention him but I don't want to chance it and have to tell more lies about Harry.  A wave of feeling so protected sweeps over me at Olive standing up for me.  I feel guilty deep in my gut about not telling my best friend about him, even though it is becoming increasingly apparent that actually it doesn't look like there is anything to tell. 

After she hugs me reassuringly tightly and leaves, Jason wanders over, mumbles he's sorry and walks out of the canteen with Sarah trailing behind him shouting obscenities at him.  

All the time my gaze remains out of the window.  I know I am beginning to suffer from all those anxiety emotions you get when you first like someone.  You meet, get on, share a kiss, swap numbers, have constant butterflies just thinking about them, then follows nothing.  It's like the holding period of will he, won't he?  Like when there are no available doctor's appointments but you are invited to sit and wait in the waiting room on the off chance that they can fit you in.  Will it be good news and he'll call me or will it be bad news and he will leave me hanging.  All the while you torment yourself with the wave of unanswered questions that fly around your head because you don't really know how he feels or what he is truly thinking.     

At that moment, everything pales into insignificance because after Sunday, Harry's silence all week has those thousand questions spinning around my mind.  Perhaps in the cold light of Monday, he regretted kissing me the way he did.  Perhaps he regretted it on Sunday, which is why he didn't let me stay.  Perhaps he's had second thoughts as I was a drunken mess and now he has thought about it he's turned off by what he saw.  Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.  Overthinking again.

None of his actions from Sunday suggest any of the above.  There is probably a logical explanation.  I am not going to get hung up on him like this, after all they were only kisses, amazingly wonderful and incredible kisses, but only kisses all the same.    

Thursday drags into Friday.  I have a few lectures then a practical afternoon where I make mum a beautiful hand-tied arrangement.  My day finishes around 3pm and with arrangement in hand I head home.

The house is empty when I arrived back.  A glance at the Jefferson shared family planner on my phone, I realise my brother has cricket after school, mum a late meeting at work and dad is the doctor on-call overnight at the hospital.  The house seems so exceptionally eerie in its silence so I take Percy out for a walk. 

I reflect upon my furiously hectic but fulfilling week and the fact that there has been one vital component missing.  Harry.  I decide to take the bull by the horns, grab my phone and call him.  It switches straight to voicemail but undeterred and with as natural a voice as I can manage I simply say hello, I hope he has had a good week and I'll see him Wednesday.

However, an hour later when I still havent received any sort of response and, after a chat with myself that this is 2016 and women no longer have to wait around for a man to do the chasing, I jump straight in the car and head for Summer Haze.