A regular reader kindly reminded me about my Slave.
To be truthful, I'd been dodging calls from him during my slight January relationship, but figured I should get in touch.
"Oh, hi!" he texts back, "I'll be in London at half-term. We should meet."
By half-term, I hope this is a holiday from university, rather than Hogwarts.
I suggest he pops round to the flat.
"Cool," he replies, "I'll bring round all my equipment ;)"
Equipment? Goodness. I do hope there's an instruction manual. ("Insert Flange D into Slot A....")
2 comments:
I love how your interest came back as the other boy departed.
I hate how that happens.
Probably more a case of FLADGE than FLANGE...
Your title for this post reminded me of an encounter, somewhere in Theatreland, between John Gielgud and Michael Redgrave (who, seemingly, enjoyed having lose ends nicely TIED UP); "Ah," said Gielgud, "Sir Michael Redgrave, I'll be bound!"
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