Forgiven
I am forgiven. Very much so, in fact.
We spent most of the afternoon together - working on a slow, slow spreadsheet. As it took 20 minutes to refresh each time I had to change a formula this gave us plenty of time to chat and for me to subtly pump Stubby for information.
We both have ‘interesting’ weekends in store (I’ll be down in Cardiff, including a trip to the hospital with Dad on Monday morning) and have agreed to exchange
howz ur wkend going?
text messages (so yes, I now have her phone number). There was also a tentative agreement to “do” lunch one day next week to discuss our weekends in more detail.
Things are looking up, I think.
His Eminence suggested that I help A_____ move out. This wasn’t going to happen on two grounds. Firstly, as I mentioned above, I won’t be in Norfolk this weekend. Secondly, I don’t know whether he’s bigger than me. I may not be a loss to the diplomatic service but even I’m not that tactless!
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Croila says:
Added on February 23rd, 2006 at 7:23 pmI think you better give us some more detail about Stubby. So we, the internet, can assess her suitability. After all, it seems as if it’s moving rather fast. You don’t want to get too carried away now!
Em3: It is moving a bit fast, isn’t it? I’ll calm down.
Daisy says:
Added on February 23rd, 2006 at 8:22 pmCroila’s right, things are whizzing along at a fast pace aren’t they! So yes, dish the goss, what’s she like?