"Hello?" Pt. 1

March 1st 2016

Happy 1st of March, or as I call it- 

Dydd Gwyl Dewi Hapus! 

Today is my country's national day for our patron saint (St. David's Day). A lot of people don't realise that Wales (because it's part of the UK) has its own language- if you want to hear a little Welsh, play the video above (our national anthem) and the photo is of our alphabet. If any of you can say these letters- ch, dd, ff, ng, ll, ph, rh, th- then I shall bow down to you! I'll love you even more if you can get your tongue around this-

Llanfair­pwllgwyngyll­gogery­chwyrn­drobwll­llan­tysilio­gogo­goch (A real place name. Good luck!) 

Let me know what your national anthem is like! Or if there's a ridiculously long place name in your country, like there is mine.

Sarah xx

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"Hey, I've only got about five minutes before a really stern looking security man comes back and confiscates my phone, so this conversation is going to be really quick."

"Then I shall let you do all the talking."

"Works for me. Well, Paris is fun. Not as much fun as London, but I can make it work, I guess. This morning's show were a bit blah."

"Blah? That's surely a noise, not a word."

"It's onomatopoeic."

"If you say so."

"I do. The shows were ok but the clothes? I wouldn't put them near the pages of Vogue! Just, no. Tomorrow better be worth it because if I have to sit through more shows like I did today..."

"Was there an end to that thought?"

"Probably, but if felt more dramatic to leave it rather mysterious as to my intentions. At least tonight the rest of the team get here."

"Team?"

"My photographer, illustrator, second in command, the new intern- I keep forgetting her name!- and a few others. Once they arrive, I can be a bit more selective about which shows I attend."

"They can't be that boring. And I'm pretty sure your new intern in called Kizzy."

"That's her name? Are you sure because that just sounds stupid."

"I can't be a hundred per cent sure, but I think that's the name you gave me before."

"Huh. I'll ask one of the others when I see them. I don't want to have to call her 'you' every time I need her. Plus, she's around for another few months."

"How does she compare to Rachel?"

"She made a better first impression than Rachel and she told me straight off the bat that she's never getting me my Café Nero order. She's got balls, this new one, and a style that is interesting but without being weird. I'm willing to stake my reputation on her going far in the industry. If a magazine doesn't snap her up, an edgy, up-and-coming designer will. I'm already putting feelers out, seeing the lay of the land. One of my designer friends thinks the girl has the right vision for his brand and is willing to interview her whenever. All he needs is my approval of her and she's in."

"Your approval?"

"A reference from Sophie Clément is all you need."

"You sound like the Boss of the Fashion Mafia."

"Maybe not the Boss, but definitely a Capo."

"How do you know the ranks of the Mafia?"

"Hey, I've seen The Godfather, you know."

"Because movies are exactly like real life."

"Don't be stupid. If movies were like real life, I'd have gone to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-nine."

"Are you sure, because you sound like a little girl right about now."

"I'm hanging up on you now. And not because there's a burly security man frowning at me but because you insulted the Harry Potter universe. We cannot be friends until you adjust your attitude."

"Never happening."

"You still haven't sent me your measurements, by the way."

"That's not happening, either."

"Don't make me get you trousers two sizes too small. I totally will, you know, and then people can see for themselves if you're circumcised or not."

"...What?"

"Exactly. Send me your measurements."

"Fine, I will."

"Good. I have to go. And be nicer about the Potterverse."

"Haha. You're so funny."

"Daniel, I'm being- Excusez-moi! Mon mobile! Donnez-le-moi. Maintenmant! Merci.- I almost had my phone taken from me! Honestly, me! I have to go, otherwise the mean man will be back."

"I'd pay good money to see you yell at a French security man, in French. I bet you're scary as hell."

"Absolutely. Don't let my cuteness fool you."

"What cuteness?"

"Va au diable!"

"That means 'go to hell,' doesn't it?"

"Indeed it does."

"You'll be begging me to come back."

"No, I don't think I will be."

[Call ended]

A/N- The French Bit.

Excusez-moi! Mon mobile! Donnez-le-moi. Maintenmant! Merci. - Excuse me! My mobile (cell phone)! Give it to me. Now! Thanks.