The flat phone rings at about 9.30pm last night, just as I’m watching Andy Murray versus Bernard Tomic, recorded earlier in the day. I already know that Andy won, and that we’re now in the Davis Cup final, but I missed the match.
“Hello,” I say.
“Hello my lovely,” Seb says. “I’ve just arrived.”
“So that’s what, a six and a half hour drive?” I say. He set off around 3pm.
“About that,” Seb says. “I drove pretty fast as well.”
“Well, well done for getting there,” I say, sipping my glass of Rioja. “What’s happening tomorrow?” It will be the first day of his university course.
“Tomorrow is Introduction to Invertebrates,” Seb says. “And I’ve got to find a lab coat and some goggles and meet my personal tutor and things that I should have done last week like that and…”
“Are you going to be dissecting the invertebrates then?” I say.
“Shouldn’t think so, it’s just that I’m meant to have a lab coat already. I’m sure it will be fine. I’m looking forward to it,” he says.
“Good,” I say. I’m a bit envious. Wish I was just about to start an Ecology degree. “Let me know how it goes tomorrow. Goodnight darling – you must be exhausted.”
“I am a bit,” Seb says. “Speak to you tomorrow my lovely.”
“Have a good day xxx,” Seb’s message comes through at 9.25am this morning. He hasn’t forgotten me!
“You too my darling. Enjoy the invertebrates,” I say.
Am at my Office. Had better get on with my Important Work.
Have attached a photo of the fluffy monster when he was a baby to cheer us up.
Happy Monday everyone!
*1953. By Rex Stout. A Nero Wolfe mystery.