Joy!

I spoke to my boy tonight. First time in 2 months He gave me his number again via facebook. Last time I called that number I met only confusion from Spanish speaking Venezuelans so I gave it up as a bad job. This time he answered himself. Except he was at a football match in Caracas so I/he couldn't hear a word. He doesn't do football! I had assumed that years of dragging him along to Leicester City was a waste of time. But he lives! And he does football!