What I have to contend with

Her: “So, we’ll see you in Trof shortly, yeah?”
Me: “Okay.”
[me trundles off to Trof and waits about outside]
[she doesn’t turn up]
[me phones her]
Me: “So, um. Where are you?”
Her: “We’re not in Trof, we’re on Solomon Grundy’s.”
Me: “I’ve been waiting at Trof for ages.”
Her: “Yeah, we left there and came here instead.”
[words failing me, I go home, which I at least know doesn’t move around randomly without telling me]

Yes, I do love you really. But you know how I hate people changing my plans without telling me.

2 Responses to “What I have to contend with”

  1. Custard says:

    Lovely disclaimer at the end, boyo. :0)

  2. Chris says:

    I’m going to be in enough trouble when she gets her internet connection working again and reads this entry anyway, I figured I needed a safety net.