Sunday, 9 August 2009

I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl

Hungover, dazed, tired, I schlepped to West Didsbury to say goodbye to Helen before she moves to London. She leaves next week. It all came round quite quickly, but with her new high-flying job, and her lover in the south, it was bound to happen. I'll miss her.

I made it home for about 9.30. Kate was waiting for Spielberg's Munich to start. Dunk was back unexpectedly early from his travels, looking brown and rested. We chatted.

KATE: So Dunk, we did the quiz at Oddest last week, and guess what the theme was?
DAVE: Err...
DUNK: Was it Arnie? Dave texted me.
KATE: Dave!
DAVE: Sorry.
DUNK: Guess who I saw in Monte Carlo?
DUNK: Rio Ferdinand

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