phone silence

18 March 2009

I was wondering aloud in the office about someone who had sent me several emails at the beginning of the week and then suggested we meet up for a drink one night after work. I replied saying yes and...

well nothing.

Not a peep.

No thing.

Was it something I said? I reread the email to see if I had unwittingly mentioned a membership for the National Front, but my reply seemed okay to me.

'Oh don't worry, he's probably just gone away on business,' said one. Yep, to a country where there is no internet access.

'Or he's busy.' How busy can he be - is he running UNESCO in his spare time?

'You don't go to the trouble of asking someone out and then just go quiet (Oh yes - in my world that's exactly what you do). Give him a chance.'

'It'll be fine.'

'Yes, it's fine.'

'Yeah, you'll hear from him.'

and then in unison: 'Well, unless he's read your book.'

If he has - he's the only ruddy one!

Posted by Writer in Residence at 12:40 PM