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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.

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gamiila
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!