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The telephone always rings

I had the weirdest phone call from one of my colleagues last night -- and I mean, deepest, darkest, pitch-blackest night: it had gone 1 o'clock!

He just called to tell me that "really H., you know I love you, but you have got to stop buying all these shoes -- I'm not being funny, love; you may lose your flat if you're not careful, and you've got a lovely flat...d'you know what I'm saying? I'm not telling you off or nuffink, and I do think that your boots are gorgeous; I'm only saying this because I love you, and you know I do, and...where was I?"

This went on for about half an hour. He even started crying about halfway through...

I think he was drunk. And today, he's pointedly ignoring me.


Nov. 5th, 2003 11:48 pm (UTC)
Understandable, that.

So erm...where's that fic you wanted me to have a look at? I'm not getting impatient or anything; I'm only mentioning it because I'll be gallivanting about London next week, with likely very little or no computer access...
Nov. 6th, 2003 04:22 pm (UTC)

That's a very accusing icon. Hee.

Sending the fic to you. There's no great hurry, I've sat on it too long so it's all my fault! Nice to be able to post it just before ep 8, so that's 2 weeks.
Nov. 7th, 2003 12:27 am (UTC)
Ah yes, it's here. Wish I could get started on it right away, but...work, work, work. I'll let you have it back asap, though!