Miss you again
 
 A short story    B: Hey Sam.  S: Hey yourself.  B: I'm not stalking you - I promise.  S: I know that, dumbhead.  B: Geez. Now there's something I haven't heard in thirty years.  S: What?  B: "Dumbhead." You used to call me that back in the day. When you were mad at me.  S: Or teasing you.  B: Ha, ha. Indeed. So - everything good on your side?  S: Yes. Mostly. And no... That's life eh?  B: What's up?  S: Ah - it'd take too long to explain.  B: Give it a try.  S: You might not be a stalker Brandon Durie but you're still a pest, you know that? Okay, in short: Graeme annoyed the crap out of me today (again). Just the usual domestic stuff: not doing his fair share of the chores. Then there's our two boys, who won't listen to a thing I say... They take after their dad, surprise, surprise. So I've locked myself in my study and told them I've got an op-ed piece to finish by tomorrow. They'll have to arrange dinner themselves.  B: Will ...
 
 
