I just sent T a very detailed email telling him how much trouble I have asking for weekly appointments.

I might start hyper-ventilating. He knows secret stuff now.

OMG.

Hurk.

I am never checking my email again. EVER. Nor am I going to any more apppointments. I shall go live in a cave in the hills and not come back out until he's been dead for a minimum of 5 years.