Last day with P, with an hour of S sandwiched in between. They both have their tests next week. Pete should be capable, who knows what S will pull from the hat this time?
After all this it is S, who starts to reveal quite a telling sense of humour. Good to see.
I am wrecked after all this in the stifling heat. I go home and watch Dragon's Den. then S rings asking where I am and when am I coming to collect here. I take umbrage and unreasonably assume that she is treating me as a taxi service.
Then I shout at little Ems, who has been beautifully snuggling up with me on the couch, and make her cry, all because she has not washed her dish up.
I go to the pub and S rings saying she has walked from Missenden to Kingshill. I put the phone down on her when she claims I had agreed to pick her up at half nine.
When I finish my pint ten minutes late it is pouring. I start to feel guilty. As I head for Kingshill the heavens explode, the sky turning white with lightning and the rain cascading down from the black sky.
H rings and I ignore it. I find S sodden and she just stares at the car with hatred and refuses to get in. It is right on a bend and I have to move on. I turn around and stop again by her new position. Once more she just stares maniacally at me.
I ring home.H has left to pick her up, so I head back, picking a fight with a petrol pump on the way.
I go for a cc shashlick but frankly I did not want it and it is pretty poor. Should have said fuck the cholesterol and had a vindaloo instead.
Very frosty on my return. It would appear I am no one's favourite.
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