I've met her again, at a lunchtime seminar session. She is, unfortunately for me, head over heels in rapturous love with a bloke named Paul. She's so head-over-heels I wish I could say it was nauseating, but it isn't. It's just really sweet. But frustrating.
As for the car damage, you morbid little voyeur lassie you, well, I'm not going to post it for the same reasons you wouldn't post pictures of your recent appendix surgery (if you'd had recent appendix surgery).
Mind you, I probably would post pictures of my appendix surgery, so scratch that allegory.
No, I want you to see my sporty little coupe as perfectly as possible, so you'll have to hang on a week or two, alright?
(Besides, it wasn't a big smash. Just a little panel damage. No real gore for you to get your teeth into. And it provides a good opportunity to get the auxiliary spotlights wired in professionally.)
Rob |