Lionel has a date!
Sunday morning at a hostelry near Ganglion Square.
“What time would you like to meet?” MatchGirl III asked. “I don’t want to make you get up too early.”
I laughed and explained about my new 7am regime.
Now that I think about it, though, I’m not even convinced the pub’ll be open at 11 o’clock. [Checks online] 9am until midnight? On a Sunday? What’s the world coming to?!
This leaves me tomorrow (with its fine forecast) for test drives and photography. Maybe a swim between the test drives and the photo safari (there’s not quite enough time to swim beforehand). Plenty of time for a swim before the date but I don’t really think I should turn up smelling of chlorine.
And …
Bugger.
Phone’s ringing.
It’s Grunt. (or to be pedantic, it’s coming from his number). Let’s see whether he’ll leave a message on the answerphone …
[Later]
He doesn’t. Oh well, we’ll just have to wait and see whether he can overcome his dislike of answering machines because I’ve no intention of answering.
I may have to reconsider the change of vehicle, though, if my darling stepson is back on the scene.
Fuck.
January 26th, 2007 at 10:36 pm
Hooray!
I’m confuddled about which is which too - get thee to an msn box immediately for a goss and a wardrobe consultation!
January 27th, 2007 at 9:19 am
Could change your phone number & forget to tell him.