I once cried on the phone to my friend saying the painter clearly didn’t fancy me and nobody ever would (v dramatic moment after I’d bought my first house alone), not realising that he had come back from lunch before I had even started the call and was right outside the bedroom painting the landing. I stayed in the bedroom literally until her shouted he was done for the day, which was several hours later. I still think about it now and cringe. It’s 6 years on!!