|At the time, I worked in a Christian|
warehouse. I packed thousands of these
things. It was inevitable that I'd end up
|Yes, we charged the car and had lunch.|
I don't know if I mentioned, but the Girlie is out of her cast, which is good, and we are back sharing a bed. However, we do not touch in bed. Or out of bed. And, frankly, I'm back to that bloody tune. The upshot is, of course, that I really ought to use tomorrow wisely (apart from being a taxi service again) and get some bloody work done.