In which Pop behaves in a suggestive manner
In one of my phone conversations with him on Thursday, I said it was a shame that I was going to be in the office the next day because, had I been working from home, he would have been able to phone me from the car. He said he would find alternative amusement in running people over.
Satisfied, therefore, that he was unlikely to expire from boredom, I thought no more about it until I spoke to him again later that evening. He, on the other hand, had clearly been giving the matter some thought in the interim.
"What you could do", he said, "is get up at 5 a.m., have your shower, take your meds and eat your breakfast, and then you'd be available to talk to me when I set off".
"Ha!", I said.
"Let me get this straight", I said.
"You expect me to get up an hour before the heating comes on on one of the coldest days of the year, and shower in cold water just so that you won't be bored on the first leg of your journey to Leeds?"
I may also have said things like, "Pshaw!" and, "As if!".
Guess what time I woke up yesterday morning?
It would seem that, on his return, Mr Larkin and I may need to have a little talk about the consequences to our mutual affection of him planting suggestions in my subconscious.