November 3, 2005

• I.  Need.  Coffee.

  
  

  While it is good, and lovely, to sit on the 42nd floor, and gaze out over London, sipping wine and nibbling on scallops late at night: oh the annoyance that he's got a flight booked to move to Hong Kong on 24th November, and, therefore, it is very much a case of living in the moment.  I have made my statements though, and I'm trying very hard to not involve myself too much.  As I have said - it will only make it all the harder when he moves to Hong Kong, and, three weeks is not long enough to establish anything more than re-established friendship before departure.

  
  

  Which doesn't mean to say that I'm not enjoying being kissed, and snuggled 'cos I am.  It just means that I'm not prepared to do very much more than that.  We may not have seen each other for a long time; but, like a good set of friends, we've managed to pick up where we left off, without trouble.

  
  

  It also doesn't mean to say that I'm not going to take some earplugs next time we go out, 'cos I shall.  One of the things that stopped me dropping off to sleep (apart from the lack of open window) was the presence of breathing about three inches away from my left ear.  I am, quite simply, not used to it.

  
  

  And yes, that important gulf of informing me that I'm insane has been bridged.  But, it's OK.  He's admitted to being similarly afflicted.  Which does make a nice change.

  
  

  xxx

  
  

  
  

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  Sizzling, I tell you.  Absolutely sizzling, my inbox.

  
  

  Viz:

  
  

  From: me

  
  

  To: him

  
  

   I've just yawned so widely it is amazing that I didn't swallow several PCs and a couple of random engineers in the process.  I'm currently juggling the question of how to determine average salary when the data's recorded in three different currencies.  My personal opinion is that having lunch is a better bet.

  
  

  From: him

  
  

  To: me

  
  

   
  Ah exchange rates . . . very interesting
  
  You need to convert all the currencies into the same (say USDs) and then you can compare.,...the key question is which exchange rate to use for the conversion . . . I suggest the annual average exchange rate for the year . . . which I can provide if you need

  
  

  From: me

  
  

  To: him

  
  

   I'm to use today's exchange rate... just been told what it is and everything.  Ah well.  What is the annual average exchange rate, anyhow, out of interest, please?

  
  

  From: him

  
  

  To: me

  
  

   Which exchange rate would you like?

  
  

  From: me

  
  

  To: him

  
  

   Sterling to Euro and USD, please.

  
  

  From: him

  
  

  To: me

  
  

   GBP-EUR:  1.461
  
  GBP-USD: 1.8349

  
  

  

  
  

  I must say, I've quite enjoyed my little foray into statistics in the last two days (I learnt how to do sexy things in Excel).  It is much easier nowadays than it was when I had to do a statistics module for A-level Maths.

  
  

  Which isn't to say that I didn't need help with what a median is.  As I'd forgotten.

  
  

  xxx
  

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  It occurs to me, 50 minutes into the never-ending-update (and, resisting the urge to start singing to theme of "Never-ending-Store-eeee da-da-dee da-da-dee dada-dee-de-di Never-ending-Sto-or-eeee!"), that I can post my Secret Pal Package Photos.  If I can find the right lead.  Which I can.  So: look-look-look....

  
  

  

  
  

  All wrapped up,a nd looking pretty on the sofa, with the little card sadly slightly out of focus.

  
  

  It was a long day, though, on Monday, wasn't it?  My photography skills weren't at their best, although the colours have come out reasonably well in this shot.  On this monitor anyhow.  Home has a totally different setting, and hence will look totally different.

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

  And then?  Unwrapped yumminess, photographed by someone who, quite clearly, shouldn't have been allowed out with a camera that day.  But, can't you just understand, now, why the sock yarn came to bed, to sit on the pillow?  And has been there ever since, so I can look at it first thing in the morning, and think... aaaaaaah?

  
  

  Thank you, my secret pal.

  
  

  xxx

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  
  

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  Odd thing to find shoved through the letterbox.  Although, my version had reference to 'the fraudulent monarch Mrs. Elizabeth Battenberg' and lots of little daggers on it.  Which might have been crosses.  It was hard to tell.

  
  

  xxx

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