Helen Mirren... thrusting...
Here in Barton, we have just watched Gosford Park. Helen Mirren was excellent.
Some are born late, some achieve late, and others have lateness thrust upon them. And so it was yesterday evening at Catherine's. The dear boy Alfie was to be collected at 8:30pm by motherkins, however, she landed an hour later - fair to say that Catherine was getting a 'bit concerned'. There'd been no advance warning, and no response to phone and text messages. The explanation came in the form of "had an awful evening - m' bag was taken". It included car keys, and phone. Was opportunistically lifted from a pub-restaurant, and discovered gone just before she was about to leave. She'd only recorded Catherine's number on the stolen phone, hence had to rely on a late taxi, and borrowed money to get back to the big city. Not ideal for the poor woman, for whom the evening was rare time-off.
On a train for the work trip to FarNorthCity at 7 tomorrow morning. What state Emma at that time? Should be interesting. The work will be a lot of interviewing and some observation exercises. The plan is to do a couple of hours of preparatory paperwork and discussions en route: I'm thinking two words: as if. We'll talk work for 10 minutes, drink tea, speed-read the paperwork, and later find that things in FarNorthCity are nothing like we've been told they'll be. Related to the trip, Catherine's final comment last night: "And by the way, I predict Emma will sound you out on your previous relationships". Apparently that's what a smart woman who's considering a 'relationship option' would do, that is "assuming you both don't just get pissed and get 'back-to-basics'". Am to report to Catherine by text as the work trip progresses - "minus the gory details... and minus the work".
May be able to blog-post from FarNorthCity, if not, will be back on Wednesday.
With apologies to John Major. And the rest of the moral minority.
Some are born late, some achieve late, and others have lateness thrust upon them. And so it was yesterday evening at Catherine's. The dear boy Alfie was to be collected at 8:30pm by motherkins, however, she landed an hour later - fair to say that Catherine was getting a 'bit concerned'. There'd been no advance warning, and no response to phone and text messages. The explanation came in the form of "had an awful evening - m' bag was taken". It included car keys, and phone. Was opportunistically lifted from a pub-restaurant, and discovered gone just before she was about to leave. She'd only recorded Catherine's number on the stolen phone, hence had to rely on a late taxi, and borrowed money to get back to the big city. Not ideal for the poor woman, for whom the evening was rare time-off.
On a train for the work trip to FarNorthCity at 7 tomorrow morning. What state Emma at that time? Should be interesting. The work will be a lot of interviewing and some observation exercises. The plan is to do a couple of hours of preparatory paperwork and discussions en route: I'm thinking two words: as if. We'll talk work for 10 minutes, drink tea, speed-read the paperwork, and later find that things in FarNorthCity are nothing like we've been told they'll be. Related to the trip, Catherine's final comment last night: "And by the way, I predict Emma will sound you out on your previous relationships". Apparently that's what a smart woman who's considering a 'relationship option' would do, that is "assuming you both don't just get pissed and get 'back-to-basics'". Am to report to Catherine by text as the work trip progresses - "minus the gory details... and minus the work".
May be able to blog-post from FarNorthCity, if not, will be back on Wednesday.
With apologies to John Major. And the rest of the moral minority.
posted by Shane @ 11:02 pm
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