h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

-Because I was tired I left my phone on charge all of Sunday night.
-My phone didn't like being charged all night and dwindled throughout Monday.
-Because I was going home to my parents' house straight from work it was a k/night without charger.
-So when my phone cut out on the train at the beginning of a call I had no way of doing anything about it.
-This was immaculate timing as I had just averred that I would never cut off the person in question.
-As I have come straight back to work from the country retreat I am still without phone.

Oh technology! Oh fate! Oh me!

Are you there?

Sporadically: at work but Beryl has broken her wrist clipping someone round the ear too hard so I can get away with a little more than usual. What a frustrating night I had; what dreams.

Me too; but I'm OK.

I'll keep trying, stuff Beryl!

Beast is slow but functional, just sent you an email; we will beat this thing, believe me!!!

Tx

Well quite. I expect it's her dying wish to be stuffed into a box and filed somewhere obscure (certainly not under B). Filed under S for sod perhaps (as in turf, of course)?

I have adequately arranged my room and shall be able to plug in the computer tonight. No e-mail access till then.

s x

I'm meeting Zed at the station at 10.30pm, we will no doubt proceed directly to a bar of ill-repute & roll back to the chateau much later, much the worse for wear!!!

Zed has been warned that he must, under no circumstances, snore or display audible signs of his presence, since he is sleeping directly underneath Psycho!!!

(The phone,however, has been transferred to face the Beast; let's hope they are still squeaking to each other!)

If you are prepared to squeak to someone who may well be very & possibly (sorry!) it would be lovely to hear from you!

How's Swankville Mansions looking now? Do NOT chuck that display case; one mans junk is another womans giant cheese-box!

zdt x

Gosh, is that today already? Have a marvellous time. Might speak before or after. If not, soonest.

May well be swapping that display case for something whose sole purpose is not to display dust.

s x

Yup, it's that today today!!!

Is there any point in trying the mobile or is it still likely to be "unawares"?

Hope Beryl's not lurking; I should think other lurkers cba; personally

I'm now taking a leaf out of Rhett Butler's book;

"Frankly my dear...."



t x

Fine. I don't think my feeble attempts to make my messages non-specific were terribly convincing anyway. As for Beryl, she thinks that you have to shut down one application to look at another so I doubt she's into computers in her spare time.

How are you going to muffle Zed? Our removals men had a tape gun, the careless use of which could have rendered any of us mummies in an instant (making it the direct oppposite of a pop gun). Perhaps you could try that...

Forgot to say: yes, the phone is still unawares. Will be until I get back to the flat.

*giggling so much that typing becomes even more problematic than usual*

Oh, te he; this is so acutely isn't it? I have wonderful visions of you furtively hooting & stiff-wristed B appearing round the corner of a sliding file thingy...

"Er, excuse me, young man but...."

"Ahem;why, yes, Beryl? Pray, how may I assist?"

21st Century technology meets Dickensian warehouse; but sod Victorian principles!

Shouldn't you be on your lunch break by now; or is it payment by results?

Here's something to keep you going

(or maybe you'd prefer a ?)

I'm actually legitimately here on hootoo, hunting links for the next Hootoo Home of Today A1008550; what a shame Eustace A942077 can't make it this week.

Should I consider a job as a plumber or an electrician? I seem to be
pretty good with plugs!

Zed will be no trouble, he does as he's told; it's the best policy really, I'm sure you'd agree!

t x

Furtively hooting like an owl with something to hide... Actually, Beryl's wrist means that she's not here and won't be for a couple of weeks. Not that she's in charge; it's just easier to comply... hm, this sounds familiar.

Didn't I tell you that the filing cabinets are powered by one old man on a sort of exercise bike contraption? When he backpedals he's obliged by company policy to make a bleeping noise, despite the fact that he's bolted to the floor.

I am working 10.30-6.30 this week and so I'm resisting the lunchtime urge until 2.45. Like an idiot I've placed a large bacon baguette before me and opened the window to admit food smells from the hostelries of old London town. This is slaver labour.

How's HOT shaping up?

Bon appetit!

But I suppose as a fully paid up vegetarian, I should be going at the thought of your bacon butty; In fact, piggy meat is probably the only sort I ever actually liked & I'm not really a sentimental type veggie anyway; so enjoy!!

(fluffy monkeys though are a different kettle of fish)

H.O.T is progressing, as you can imagine, all this online intrigue is somewhat slowing things down, but c'est la vie & all that; so long as I get it out before charging off to meet Zed, I'm not panicking (moi? panic????)

On re-reading that last sentence, it sounds somewhat naughty, which, as anyone will tell you, I most certainly am not.

Done all the research bits, written it, just have to cope with bloody links thingys then Type It In; the long, boring bit. Radio silence while that happens I'm afraid!!! (Probably good for both of us; this cannot continue....can it???)

When you do get released & make it back to Swankville Mansions; you must be careful you don't trip over the mountain of backlog that awaits!

Is this poor old man actually BOLTED to the floor????

*ventolin quick; mirth induced coughing fit*

I am not sure that you are good for my health!!!

(mental, yes, definitely!)

t x

Hm... this thing's playing up today (h2g2 I mean): buttons not working. If I wasn't high on WD40 fumes from fixing the old man's squeaky hip I'd be quite annoyed.

Seems to be a mellow day today. Maybe it's the thought of stocking up on gin... I mean 'provisions' later on. Waiting for the ice cubes to set is going to be annoying of course; I'll probably need some sort of stiff drink after that.

*wooh*

Glad you could squeak!

I had a horrid moment not long back, thought the phone had died too, visions of evil France Telecom looming, but; *phew*; just yet one more gremlin.

We really aren't terribly good at all this techno-connecting bit are we?

Bet that freezer gets some usage tonight! what time is it due? Have you got a ceremony in place "I name this ice-cube....."

tx

Since your eyes have gone off (poo!) I assume the dreaded filing calls, which I suppose is fair enough really.

Never mind, I shall go & batter this week's H.O.T into a suitable shape, but will no doubt keep toddling back every now & then just in case....

Whatever, squeak soon.

For some reason, I've got an Abba song going through my brain. Not "Money, money, money" surprisingly, but Waterloo. Strange.

tx

'Tis after hours and I'm alone. The day's work is done (by which I mean I've finished cavorting naked through the aisles and piles of files). Ah. There's nothing left to do but sneak off early. So off I sneak...

Sneak away, my dear, you know it makes sense.

But do put your clothes back on first.

The horses, remember?

Are you likely to indulge in a little msning later d'you reckon?

(H.O.T cooking nicely)

tx