Pippa is moving house. I moved house recently, so I still have lots of broken-down boxes in a cupboard in my flat. I offered them to Pippa earlier in the week, and she said she'd nip round this evening and collect a few.
Whilst shopping for ingredients for the fish pie I'm making on Thursday night, I thought I could also buy some brown tape so that Pippa could re-build the boxes I was giving to her. She's a painter, so I supposed that she'd have art supplies coming out of her ears. But you can't ever have enough tape, as my friend Gandhi would say. I picked some up.
RING! RING!
"Dave, do you have any brown tape?"
"I think I've got some around here somewhere..."
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