D'oh.

Of course, when we'd made the arrangements, we both ended the conversation and that was that.

Except, d'oh, I'd once again forgotten to get her number in case things don't go according to plan tomorrow night. She might still have mine... that's yet to be established, but if something's gone pear-shaped at my end, I can't contact her.

It's like telephone numbers of pretty girls are my kryptonite.