This was sitting in my inbox this morning. From Avy. As written in an earlier post, we share a bit of telepathy. No kidding. It came at the right time.
"Went to claim my microphone from the office (my ex-office desk) where it was hibernating all these months, only to realise that somebody used it and left a note saying "Thanks, but I'm sorry I broke it". So, yes, a new one will be shipped from the neighboring galaxy and you'll have to spend some light years waiting just to hear my 'hello' :).The Gods have found a way to ban all surprises, flowers at doorsteps, messages in voice mail and most importantly 'a single red rose' from my life."
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