I'd hardly arrived home when the phone rang and a frantic Caroline breathed a huge sigh of relief and blessed me for being in. She was at Birmingham airport boarding the plane to come to Holland, and had been leaving messages on my mobile for me for 2 days running (which I'd never picked up) since there seemed to be some problem with my landline. Really? I'd not experienced any problems at my end...must be BT again, she said.
Anyway, she walked in a few hours later hauling the complete contents of her fridge over the threshold with her. Was she trying to subtly let me know that she doesn't trust the contents of my larder, or my ability to provide for my guests? Oh no, nothing like that. She's on the Atkins diet. Wonderful. Another malcontent.
Wonder what's for dinner? I hope it's nothing to do with that swede I saw her stuff in the fridge...it looked decidedly iffy to me, like a poor people's foodstuff, bland and tasteless -- don't know if I'll like it.