Rushing around like a blue-arsed fly all week, failing to catch up on two weeks' worth of work that piled up during my holiday, phone call after phone call, hanging on and hanging on, I have one final call to make this morning.
The phone's not answered straight away, they'll be with me as soon as possible. As is the modern way, they put some music on while I wait. It's Louis Armstrong...
WE HAVE ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD
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