8:49 p.m. Joyce wrote:
Can you bring some to the hall?
8:51 p.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:
I’m up to my elbows in suds. Sammy embarrassed herself just before bedtime. Utterly deliberate—so I have to bathe her and she gets to stay up late. She’s a conniving little madam.
8:52 p.m. Joyce wrote:
She says almond nit milk preferred. Quick, it’s nearly the end of tea break.
8:53 p.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:
I can’t. She’ll have to take her tea black. And it’s NUT milk!
8:55 p.m. Joyce wrote:
I know! These phone letters are too small. What shall I give her?
8:55 p.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:
BLACK TEA!
8:56 p.m. Joyce wrote:
She wants raw cane brown sugar in her black tea. Have you got any?
Message exchange between Lucas Stibson and Barry Walford on February 10, 2025:
9:21 p.m. Lucas wrote:
Who’s the baddie?
9:22 p.m. Barry wrote:
Probably the murderer, boss. Haven’t read the script so don’t know who does it.
9:25 p.m. Lucas wrote:
You kill me! I mean the new bird is HOT as FUCK!
9:26 p.m. Barry wrote:
Myra’s the only one for me, boss.
Message exchange between Sarah-Jane and Kevin MacDonald on February 10, 2025:
11:45 p.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:
I dare not move or she’ll wake up and want to switch talking Bluey on.
11:46 p.m. Kevin wrote:
That thing is literally rewiring the part of my brain that stores vocabulary.
11:47 p.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:
Every phrase an earworm.