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pstantondavies: almost done here - should i pick up anything on the way home?
bstantondavies: forgot we were out of pine nuts for the pesto.
bstantondavies: used walnuts instead. i think it'll do, though.
pstantondavies: of course it will be fine. how are we on milk?
bstantondavies: a bit low, but since will takes his tea plain
bstantondavies: we can hold off another day or two.
pstantondavies: we'll go out after the concert.
bstantondavies: how was rehearsal?
pstantondavies: worst visiting conductor ever.
bstantondavies: ?ever?
pstantondavies: ok, *almost* the worst.
pstantondavies: enough i couldn't wait to get back to grading.
bstantondavies: duw.
bstantondavies: from the sound of it
pstantondavies: don't you start
bstantondavies: should i actually bring will to this concert?
bstantondavies: i mean, i'm used to things not being quite right
bstantondavies: but he hasn't had practice, you know?
bstantondavies: not being a music prof's spouse and all.
pstantondavies: it won't be that bad
bstantondavies: ah
bstantondavies: so it's suddenly good that the students aren't watching the conductor?
pstantondavies: the students are pretty much ignoring him
pstantondavies: mira dawson worked wonders coaching them
pstantondavies: if she doesn't win tenure something's terribly off.
bstantondavies: cariad
bstantondavies: you didn't deserve this
pstantondavies: stop that
pstantondavies: it was my choice
bstantondavies: but did you really know how much you would have to give up
bstantondavies: when you gave it up?
pstantondavies: how could I have known
pstantondavies: that you could mean even more to me
bstantondavies: the next james galway, they were calling you
bstantondavies: the next james galway, stuck teaching theory 101
bstantondavies: and pinch-hitting for students with mono
pstantondavies: STOP THAT
pstantondavies: my choice. mine. touring got old a long time ago.
pstantondavies: a good thing will's visiting
pstantondavies: stops you brooding
bstantondavies: it's not that he stops it
bstantondavies: more his way of making it seem so terribly silly
bstantondavies: then again seeing what he does
bstantondavies: if i ran a hospital i wouldn't put up with what-ifs either
pstantondavies: you, run a hospital?
pstantondavies: love, you pass out whenever you see skeletons
pstantondavies: plus that georgia o'keeffe exhibit
bstantondavies: bloody hell, will I never live that down?
pstantondavies: fainting in the middle of the v&a? i should think not.
pstantondavies: bring will tomorrow, he'll like the vaughan wms
bstantondavies: so, so English of him
pstantondavies: enough! home soon.
bstantondavies: not soon enough. mwah!
pstantondavies: didgd