He was supposed to be here between 7-7.30.
He phoned me at 7.30 and expounded at length about the traffic because of the fireworks (again, yes really) and the poor weather (I haven't looked but it sounds clement and isn't frosty.
He said he'd be fifteen minutes as he didnt' want to rush dangerously.
Oh don't rush, I said (generously), we're in all evening.
It's now nearly my bedtime and I can't settle. Plus I have no treat food in the house except a single Twix. Come on Keith. You're just taking the piss now.