Text message exchange between my beloved and I yesterday:
From: Me
To: Naomi
I am in pain. Both Custard and I had to face the firing squad. I’ve got some lovely bruises coming now.
From: Naomi
To: Me
Ha ha.
From: Me
To: Naomi
Nice to know you’re sympathetic. Someone pointed out that it’s probably a good job that you weren’t there as I’d have probably come off even worse.
From: Naomi
To: Me
Yes.
Perhaps, like me, she just can’t work her phone and so anything other than a 2 word text takes years to compose. Or maybe not.
No, I can work my phone… at least for text messages anyway.
No, she’s just a callous, heartless, evil woman.
Custard got sympathy. But his knee *was* the size of a football.