Oy.

Was just involved in a conversation-via-text with The Brother.

He had contacted me to see how I was, you see. With both my back playing up and my body having caught a bug of some kind, I have been out of action since 8:30 yesterday morning. I had to actually leave work half an hour early - I couldn't even last 30 more minutes - and I've called in sick today, and now; well, I'm out of pocket (or will be, to the tune of around £23) and tired and achy and icky stomached and generally feeling sorry for myself. So it was nice to get a text asking how I was.

Anyways, I told him, and he immediately responded with an offer to drop off a DVD that I've been wanting to see to cheer me up. Sweet, but no thanks, I said; it was a nice idea, but I wanted to watch that with him. And in any case, I didn't want him to catch the bug.

So, five minutes later; he texts and asks if I can lend him money (£5) till next week. To which I answered "no" as I don't have any spare (which is true). After that, not a peep from him.

Yep. That's my Brother alright.

Oy.