Actually I didn't tell you I was in a bad mood, though you might have guessed.
It all started in the night, geting bad indigestion after a meal in a vegetarian restaurant. Appaently pumkin doesn't agree with me.
Anyway, at long last I fell into a deep sleep - and the phone rang.
It was barely after 7am. I sat bolt upright. Perhaps my mum had been taken ill in the night...
"Could I speak to Tim, please?" A bright, female voice, not a bit apologetic.
"Wrong number." I hope I snarled.
The nerve of it! Later I worked out "Tim" had to be not Henman, but Timothy Creep, one of the two guys who sold me the flat 11 months ago - moving on with no address or contact number.
Whatever. The shock woke me up for the duration. I cankered like a Grumy Old Man until about half an hour ago.
Tim!
timekillingkid
How is the IBS these days? It seems ages since you fuggin' mentioned it.