Catriona and I talk about the dust (via Circulating Library)
- Catriona: I’m thinking I should probably ring to check that my parents aren’t buried under dust. But it would be only polite to wait until 9 am, yes?
- Catriona: And if they are buried under dust, there’s probably not a great deal I can do about it from 1000 km away, so I may as well enjoy my coffee.
- Nick: All a bit of a worry. Doesn’t bode well for the coming summer.
- Catriona: You say that whatever happens! “I dropped the remote! Doesn’t bode well for the coming summer! Going to be a long hot summer!”
- Nick: Hah! But I’m always right, aren’t I?
- Catriona: Which suggests that it has nothing to do with your superstitious methods of prediction, but is just always a long, hot summer.
- Nick: Hmm. I’m not so sure about that. I think I’m precognitive.
- Catriona: And your precognition takes the form of being able to link the smallest event to the (inevitable) heat of summer, does it?
- Catriona: I’ll just repeat that: you think you’re precognitive because you somehow manage to predict that summer—SUMMER—will be hot?
- Nick: I knew before I posted that you wouldn’t find it all that convincing. #ESP_win
