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10/08/2002 Archived Entry: “And I quite like you, you are my ice cream”
So. Been doing more training. Got a new phone. Hrm.
Oh yes, the weird conversation. So I’m sat there doing battle with the Nokia (yeah, yeah, I know, but it was cheap) – attempting to work out how to use it….and this woman sits down next to me. A few seconds later I realise that she’s speaking….to me. And she’s telling me all about her various ailments. And her teeth. And I’m making appropriate sympathetic noises (and hoping that she’ll stop so I can actually finish trying to persuade the phone to send a message – something which it turned out I needed more knowledge to do – I had to make a call first…).
And she’s still talking, then she asks if I go to the college. I say “no, I’m working in the hosptial”, but I seem to be surplus to the conversation, because she’s actually ignoring me….
…after about 10 minutes I managed to say my goodbyes….but anyway, from this I glean that I apparently look 18, which is not so bad.
Yeah. So.
Oh, an incidentally, in case she thinks I’ve forgotten her, Hey Amy – hope things are going well with you – oh and was it you who tried to ring me a couple of weekends ago?
