Wednesday, 8 July 2009

Saint Lucinda of the Busted Tooth...

...came to my house to write me a second prescription for my sore tooth. Amazing. She's got a new car, a little retro sporty number.

After she left, I texted Pervy. Now that Lu has that car (I wrote) his Mini won't get mistaken as belonging to the woman in their relationship. He didn't reply all night. Have I gone too far?

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