'Romania?'
'Yes, Romania.'
Gerry can turn in the blink of an eye from amiable to snapping your hand off so I didn't want to sound too unbelieving, so I said, 'Oh that's nice.'
'Yes,' he said. 'I decided to romain here.'
I groaned; he grinned.
He's currently sleeping in the park and, as he gets up early and sits on a park bench, he is familiar with all the dog-walkers. Apparently he's reeled in quite a few with that line.
I mentioned Ruby in my original post. I have to say that Ruby drunk is quieter than Ruby sober and either hyper-excited or angry, which are her two normal states.
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