Rob and I live together, but apart. There’s no tender cuddling on the sofa; no candlelit dinners; not even a shout of ‘Honey! I’m home!’ (although now I’ve thought of that I’m definitely going to be instating it.)
Maybe, in another life things could work out between us, but in the here and now, we each have another love, and I don’t think anything could tear us apart from our respective amores.
His is an iMac, with sensual pure white curves and perfectly sculpted interfaces; always eager to please and pretty much guaranteed free of the viruses and such associated with their less savoury competitors – always a plus when sharing a bedroom.
Mine, though? My StudioLogic SL880Pro piano; firm yet responsive, pure. Yes, it has finally arrived. Some people said I was an idiot for shipping a piano over to New York, when I might only be here for 6 months; but if that’s the best evidence they can find of my idiocy they’re clearly not even trying anyway.
A snippet of sense in this missive of merriment: Transglobal Express saved the day when it came to getting these heavy, bulky treasures across the Atlantic. For the trifling sum of fifty British pounds a gentleman will turn up at your door, sweep your true love into his arms and have her back in your arms in 2-4 days, safe and sound; and, as far as I can detect, not interfered with in the slightest. Presuming DHL doesn’t lose your piano in Brussels of course.
I hope the girls don’t mind that I just described them as heavy and bulky. But then, we’re geeks: we were hardly going to do any better than that anyway, right?
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