00.55. The doorbell rings as I am slipping on my coat. I unbolt the door and open it a fraction. “Taxi,” says a jaded looking man with yellow skin. “One minute,” I reply pushing the door to and checking my face and clothes again. I pick up my case and am about to leave when I remember my phone. I pull it from the lead and notice the switch at the wall is off. Brilliant. Down to 26%. This is not what I need today of all days.
Posted on: Mon, 04 Nov 2013 07:51:07 +0000
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