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Boring
is as Boring Does
Harriet?
Yes, Martin?
Do you remember when we
took that trip to the coast? That
beautiful room overlooking the beach.
Yes, I remember.
That was one of the few times you didn’t drive me mad in under
three days.
Oh do tell, woman.
I loved you dearly on
our trips, Martin, but you drove me crazy.
Arrival times, departure times, trip diaries.
Honestly you reminded me of my father, when we were kids on a car
trip.
Please, your father was
all business. Rather
boring.
Indeed.
Oh come on.
You can’t honestly say I was boring?!
Yes Martin.
Yes I can. You got
mind-numbingly tedious with all the rubbish about planning to the
minute. Drove me mad.
Well, it’s nice to
finally know how you really feel. You actually could have told me,
Harriet. Maybe I could have
changed or something.
Martin, please.
Darling, nothing would have changed.
Planning was your passion. I
only hope you’ve learned to chill out a bit.
I know your body is likely done just that.
Funny Harriet.
Very funny.
Awe Martin.
If I can’t tease you now, when will I ever be able to?
Sometimes it feels a
bit more cruel than teasing, darling.
A little late to be
getting thin skinned love. You
don’t have any skin. Thin
or otherwise.
Yep.
I’m home. Thanks
for the reminder, Harriet.
No
problem dear. Now quiet, so
I can finish this chapter. |
