I've already lost count on how many times our (or rather his) timing is out since I started the cold war. When I'm smoking, he is not. When he is smoking, there are other people around. When I'm done, then only he comes out.
Why do I smoke? Because I was hoping that he would come out to have a smoke too. So that we can have some personal time to talk.
So out. Need twigging , need adjustments.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
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