“Or maybe you could call your club president and tell him you’re stuck in the lift and so you can’t turn up for the meeting. You can actually make that buzzing sound of the lift emergency button if you like,” I remembered myself telling my friend, who’s trying to find a reason to evade her club meeting. Apparently she’s exhausted all her conventional excuses (“I’m sick”, “I’m having a fever”, “I took early leave”, etc.) so I, a.k.a. her trusty book of excuses, decided to lend the poor damsel in distress a hand. Wonder if she went back for the meeting.
Great, so I’m going to be without a maid for 3 excruciating weeks. How torturous. I miss my trusty To, although she’s prone to temper flares and all sorts of out-of-this-world behavior. Hides in a corner, trying hard to psycho myself that if I count to 10, 3 weeks will be over in a jiffy. It’s not working.
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