Strange Conversations: Part Two Hundred and Forty-Eight
Posted 19 January 2010 in Strange Conversations by Catriona
Nick has viral gastroenteritis, and is lying in the bedroom feeling sorry for himself. (Poor love.)
I am in the study, checking my e-mail.
And, suddenly, up pops an instant-message window.
NICK: I think I could manage some honey on toast.
ME: Oh, you did not just do that.
NICK: You know I did.
ME: I was giving you an out.
NICK: I mean, no it was an accident.
ME: What was an accident?
NICK: Whatever you were giving me an out for.
ME: Instant messaging me to ask me to make you honey on toast, when you are just down the hallway. That is all kinds of wrong.
NICK: I didn’t wish to shout.
Previously: Nicholas
Next: Strange Conversations: Part Two Hundred and Forty-Nine
Share your thoughts [2]
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Tim wrote at Jan 19, 11:03 pm
Poor Nick, but that is indeed all kinds of wrong.
Also, you could give him a little bell.
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Catriona wrote at Jan 19, 11:10 pm
And I do have a little bell! I used it (albeit briefly) when I’d had my wisdom teeth out—when I really couldn’t shout, not for the first couple of days—and Nick spent his days as my carer playing video games.
As is his wont, of course.
He seems much perkier today, though he’s still in bed, so we’ll see.