25.02.14
(18.42)
I have an ex-Royal Marine crashed at my dump (as you do), while I have my early evening coffee at McDonald's. He's meant to meet me at 7.30, then we're going for dinner. Knowing how he sleeps though, it'll probably be dinner for one, then home later to a big, snoring, immovable, un-rousable lump borrowing my bed. I need that crash pad tonight, having had virtually no sleep last night. He also does a very good impression of a starfish when asleep and has a habit of lashing out, so I fear tonight may be another sleep-deprived one as I'm not getting into bed with that. I have my presentation to make tomorrow too.
(22.42)
I've returned home from dinner for one and either he's gone or is very well camouflaged.
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