Today was a day full of meetings... Oh and two taxi rides, both with incredibly polite, well mannered drivers...

And Manchester Utd finally won a game this evening... All good news... Dinner, of filet steak with rocket and baby spinach... And a cheeky little red wine, which is terribly, terribly easy to drink...

So, forgive the spelling msitakes...

Tonight, we're doing some dialogue

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Phone, ringing

"hey"

"Hi, how are you?"

"yeah, m'ok"

"Ok... what are you up to?"

"nothin' much, ya know... bored"

"Right... emm... I went to the opticians today..."

"yeah?"

"Em, yeah... all good though..."

"great"

"Look, are you? I mean, you don't seem to be..."

"just a bit distracted , ya know?"

"Ok..."

"yeah"

"Well. Emm... Did you want to talk about something?"

"nah"

"Ok...

(interrupting) "well, yeah"

Ok..."

"it's weird ya, know..."

"What's weird?"

"this..."

"What's this? You're being weird... what's going on?"

"just..."

"WHAT? WHAT? what is it? Fuck... what are you doing?"

"i miss ya, ya know?"

"Fuck off... you are so fucking emotionally retarded, grow up"

CLICK, HANG UP, BEEP, BEEP

"yeah, yeah, i'm the problem..."