Being Told You're Beautiful

RING RING RING RING RING RING RING BANANAFONE

------

*ring ring* *ring ring* *ring ring*

"You have reached the voicemail of -"

I sighed in relief. This made things so much easier.

Oh mother of flaming flying flailing mushrooms, what was I going to say?

I did not think this through.

At all.

*BEEEEEP*

Wait what?

That was too fast. Aaaaaahh.

Silence.

Empower voice.

SPEAK CHILD SPEAK my mind screeched at me.

Internally of course.

Here goes.

This seemed to do the trick,

Hi Niall.

You're probably wondering who this is.

Well, it's me. Hane.

I'm sorry I never came on time today. It's - well, it's - complicated.

My phone ran out of charge, otherwise I would have told you.

I'm sorry. You did see me, before you got bombarded.

Well, you looked like you did.

And I was just calling you to apologise and that I am very sorry and hope that we can meet again sometime?

The llamas say hello too.

Please don't be mad at me.

*beeeeep*

It clicked off. Well that was em, interesting shall we say?

I felt that was more than enough effort for today, and went off to find some popcorn. I love popcorn.

And chicken Kievs.

Mm. Maybe we'll have them for tea. With potatoes and peas. I've not been having as much chocolate lately, and i've been more healthy and exercising more.

See if stress made you toned, I would be a blooming bikini model.

And thus I settled on the sofa. Popcorn, grapes and melon on the coffee table, trusty old hazza peee in the DVD player, knitting needles in hand.

I was currently making a jumper for me.

Don't diss. Okay? Okay.

It's unique :)!

That smiley face just genuinely appeared in my mind.

Oh dear.