Well, eventually, a week late, a call from the company in NZ who wanted to talk to me about a job. Presumably they are still on the Gregorian calendar over there. As it happens, I wasn't around to take the call so it went to the voice mail. I'm hopeful that by tomorrow with the help of some friends and a dictionary I'll be able to decipher the message. I've worked with Kiwis before and sometimes struggled with what they use for English but this bloke seems to be having a Bovril and cheese sandwich, plus a pint of Monteiths, while he's speaking.
We shall see what eventuates but I'll probably give him a call tomorrow (and speak with a handkerchief over the phone, just to make it easier for him to understand...) as long as I don't find anything more important to do, though I have to say the Bentley's wing mirrors look like they could do with a good polish.
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13/08/07 @ 15:42