Thursday, 3 May 2012

Day 144

No word from Mrs Perfect, and Mrs Payne most annoyed at this.  Said was certainly fault of mobile telephone, and text must be, "stuck in its innards".

As such yesterday evening Mrs Payne spent quite some time on telephone, studiously investigating the device with her glasses on.  Other half and I went to bed, Mrs Payne still diligently investigating.

Still awake at midnight and came downstairs to see about light on.  Found Mrs Payne asleep on armchair, clutching phone, and mumbling in her sleep,
"Over..., the war..., it's over..., come home..., oh..., games..!".

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