[This is from yesterday morning, but our net was down. I'll backdate it later...]
Chesh is asleep, curled up with a cat and her friend Tramadol, enjoying a nice nap. Her cell phone rings:
Chesh (sleepily): Hello?
British Teen Boy (calling from a noisy location): Mum, come pick me up.
Chesh: You have the wrong number.
BTB: (eloquent in the way of the
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