Crazshy

I got home early from work, and bumped into the nice Dutch lady from next door. She was sitting outside the flat in the sunshine on a deckchair, and holding an alarm clock. It was four, four fifteen in the afternoon.

“Why the alarm clock?”
“I’m flying home for my birthday, and I don’t want to miss my flight.”
“Ok. What time’s your flight?”
“At half seven.”
“Oh right.”

I had dinner with Milner. I almost puked up when she talked me through her gruesome kneecap dislocation. What a pussy I am. We had a right old gossip