Smidgen’s (text-prompted) Telephone Call
September 6, 2011 § 13 Comments
OK. OK. OK. Not ideal, I know. Broke a habit of a lifetime (think I did that not so long ago with Snowman; better watch myself!) and against all of your wonderous advice – forgive me – texted the Smidgen about an hour ago. (Advice exists to be broken, no? Where would we be if we all abided rigidly by advice? I’d be up my arse busily focusing on falling in love with myself just so someone would fall in love with me because I am worth it; bleargh!) Texting was not exactly a show of my normal restraint in these matters but in the event not a disaster.
Blow me down; he rang me back within seconds.
Long chat. Holiday catch-up and several topics covered.
We left it that he’d come round for a drink next week but I don’t know if he will because we left it that we would, but we didn’t say when.
I can’t work out if that is a satisfactory result or not.
Guess I’ll just have to wait and see.
A few more grey hairs. In fact, I don’t have a single grey hair, but at this rate it won’t be long.