The part of this trip that’s worse is he didn’t meet a wonderful lady (you) count your blessings as it was not meant to be and I think you knew this! Women’s intuition, Holy Spirit , call it what you may but he’s the lying loser!When mine was here on a course for work in 2016 (and decided not to meet up with me in London after waiting to do so for soooo long) he ensured that his colleagues took loads of photos of him in front of Buckingham Palace, pulling faces next to the guards, posing in front of Big Ben and pulling faces in front of the red telephone boxes and (what’s left of his hair) blowing in the wind with the Thames River in the background. I’m sure he returned home with lots of stories to share about how he had tea and cake with the Queen and how he went river boating along the Thames before catching the eye of a beautiful unsuspecting woman (victim) and sitting and having a drink with her whilst watching the Changing of the Guard. He knew how to tell stories of grandeur. He loved being in the limelight even though he tried to come across as meek and mild and completely humble. Fat chance! Nobody would ever describe a rat that way!