bitful

Dr B. is leaving tomorrow morning at dawn for a short stretch with friends in the sun.

I could not them because of my new job (which at the time of booking I was hoping to get - well thought I suppose).

He made sure I was OK with him going on his own - asked repeatedly, in fact. I told him I was. And I am. Sure. So sure I'll put this in writing for future reference. Scripta manent and all that. So that in a row years from today, I won't be able to come up with anything like "How could you even think of going to Sitges without me and rent accommodation from a company named Throb that put you up in a single room within sweating distance of a Gay sauna?"

Oh, sod work - taxiiii!

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