I hate it when he phones.
Ok. Strike that. I obviously do not hate it when he phones. (Please phone again.)
It just makes it harder to forget where he is and what he’s doing, that’s all. For your information, they’re at Bushmill’s, and later today they will be sailing to Islay with – apparently – a strong following wind. I’d much rather be here in the office writing stupid views. Much rather. If I say it enough times, do you think I’ll believe it?
Sigh.
76,5.
Sigh. Siiiighhh.
Accio concentration.
Voices in my head: Bon Jovi – If That’s What it Takes