I miss my boyfriend
Patrick is on holiday this week, and because he he doesn’t have a roaming policy on his phone, he can’t accept calls when he is out of the country (in this case, in Donegal – which, if you are from Belfast, is out of the country). Therefore I can’t ring him, and I miss him. I just came home from the rowing barbeque (with a few pints on board) and I decided that I missed him so much that I should ring him, and leave a voicemail and murmur drunkenly that I missed him. Imaginative, I know! However, the beautiful part of the plan was that I played this song Dream A Little Dream of Me whilst I Skyped him. However, due to the lateness of the hour and the fact that Charles is asleep in bed and I didn’t wish to shout and wake him, I fear that I may have spoken too quietly, and that when Patrick listens to his voicemail that he won’t actually be able to hear me, but rather all he will he is Mama Cass singing. Oh well. There are worse fates.
