A whole gang of us were supposed to be going out for a pizza for Berni and Fred's last night, and unusually Jane who is normally our social secretary didn't know what time, but she suggested Danny might know. Here is the text conversation which ensued :
Me : what time everyone meeting tonight and where?
Danny : Where is Little Italy I believe. When I do not know.
Danny : Perhaps you could let me know.
Me : Hmm. So who does know?? Not you and not Jane and certainly not me. I would like to be there!
Danny : I would like to be there with you. We must make it our business to obtain all relevant information and formulate a plan which suits all. I have already initiated this by attempting to call Berni and Fred but no reply. The thing is, should I take no reply for an answer?
Me : Ha! and I have text her too (me to Berni : What time is everyone going to Little Italy? No one seems to know! Tried Jane and tried Danny.)
Danny : Just got call. *pm is the hour. Some debate as to whether LI or La Dama. Decide when we are there. We don't care. Well I wouldn't say we don't care. More, how can I put it, we are not so concerned who coks our pizzas. I mean we may not even have pizza. I know for example Mary is partial to a pasta arabiatta while I prefer fruta de Mari. Anyway we'll discuss all that nearer the time. Will you be dressing formally or casual smart?
Me : Well I was coming naked but now you mention it.......see you at 8 and I will let Jane know
Danny : Splendid
Me : Daft bugger, I'm not sitting next to you!
So : ten of us round the table at Little Italy shortly after 8pm.
Danny : It took me 5 texts and cost me 75 cents to get her to say "bugger"
Berni : She text me, but I didn't bother to reply
Jude : Do you want to come to Maro with us?
Me : No
Jude : There's an amber alert for rain for 3pm onwards
Me : What does that mean?
Jude : There's going to be a lot more rain
Me : Oh bugger
For reasons I will not go into, I had occasion to ask the lost property office at Malaga Airport if they had perchance got the travel cot which had fallen out of the back of my van. The challenge of presenting an adequate explanation in Spanish taxed me considerably and roughly translated, this is the best I could do :
Email to Objetos Perdidos at Malaga Airport :
"Today, xx January, around quarter past 12, i am at the airport with a friend and her baby who are going to England. My van is in the car park opposite departures. I pay and I go out, but a little more on the road, the door at the back of my van opens itself! but I have not seen that something unloads itself........and a folding bed for a baby is lost, I don't know where, if it is in the car park or in the road near the car park but it is before the island.
Is it possible that this is in lost objects or in the car park office ? It's a big problem because it isn't mine, it's my friend's..........If you have it, I come to the airport on Weds xx.
Excuse me, I don't write well in spanish because I am english.
Thankyou very much, if you can help me........."
Well I THINK that's what I said (and you will not I don't do verb tenses) but they replied and said sorry, they had no object like that.
I paid a precautionary visit to our local friendly second hand shop.
Me : Have got such a thing as a travel cot please?
Alan : When do you need it?
Me : Now
Alan : Have you got people coming to stay?
Me : No, I've lost one which fell out of the back of the van at Malaga airport.
Alan : As you do............