So.
It’s 16.42 (the time, not the year).
We’re sitting on the couch, the Lovely Soph and I.
She’s marking time and I’m determined not to be pushed in to it.
In to what, I hear you ask.
In to leaving the house.
16.45, that’s when we’re due out.
We’re going to see Iron Man at the cinematoscope.
Anyway.
Better go.
16.43 now.
B.