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Hostess with the leastest
Jul. 18th, 2010 07:50 pmOther half has met a woman on the internet. Somewhere, probably above the Atlantic, the lines of the world wide web fanning out from Scotland and Washington collided, and he met Kindred Spirit.
Great thing the internet; you press a key and a set of DVDs or a Kindred Spirit wings its way towards you.
He was collecting her yesterday morning, but I had been invited out to a palaeolithic coring day (No, I wasn't sure what that involved but it turned out to be the usual field/mud/rain combination) and by the time I got home I was wet and dirty again and he had organised their dinner.
And today Other half had an early morning Kirk Session meeting, so I got left on my own with her briefly, but I was busy packing my gear for the digging, and eventually I just warned her not to trip over the dogs, and I fled.
And now I'm home again, absolutely filthy and frozen, and after my bath I'll need to go down and talk to her, but at the end of a day in a trench I just want to lie down.
Must have missed the hostess classes at school.
Great thing the internet; you press a key and a set of DVDs or a Kindred Spirit wings its way towards you.
He was collecting her yesterday morning, but I had been invited out to a palaeolithic coring day (No, I wasn't sure what that involved but it turned out to be the usual field/mud/rain combination) and by the time I got home I was wet and dirty again and he had organised their dinner.
And today Other half had an early morning Kirk Session meeting, so I got left on my own with her briefly, but I was busy packing my gear for the digging, and eventually I just warned her not to trip over the dogs, and I fled.
And now I'm home again, absolutely filthy and frozen, and after my bath I'll need to go down and talk to her, but at the end of a day in a trench I just want to lie down.
Must have missed the hostess classes at school.
