I remember my second punt. My first punt went unbelievably well. Second punt was a disaster. I naively hung around at the nearby railway station for two hours before giving up. I learnt a lot from that fiasco. The SP rang me very apologetically eight hours later blaming her pimp who had made her go to a party the night before and she overslept. I decided, perhaps unreasonably, that SP’s from Romania can’t be trusted and if there is any suspicion of a pimp in the picture then I walk away. To be fair I have only been confronted with radio silence at my appointed time on one occasion and then I walked, no waiting. If I am late, and it happens because I travel by train, I expect to be bumped. I hope the SP will give me some leeway if I keep in touch but I don’t demand it.