is as Boring Does
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 didnít drive me mad in under
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
Please, your father was
all business. Rather
Oh come on.
You canít honestly say I was boring?!
Yes I can. You got
mind-numbingly tedious with all the rubbish about planning to the
minute. Drove me mad.
Well, itís nice to
finally know how you really feel. You actually could have told me,
Harriet. Maybe I could have
changed or something.
Darling, nothing would have changed.
Planning was your passion. I
only hope youíve learned to chill out a bit.
I know your body is likely done just that.
If I canít 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
donít have any skin. Thin
Iím home. Thanks
for the reminder, Harriet.
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