I recieved some bad news yesterday and the first thing I did was call D. I was pretty sure that the time difference is +7...or 5...or 8. Actually I am not sure at all, but he is my fiance and he jolly well better answer my calls whenever. I called him in the afternoon my time. And I kept calling him in 2 hour intervals. I should have just googled "time difference AU" but I was busy dialling his number. By the evening (again my time), I was getting worried as we had not spoken for a whole day. I had visions of him lying dead on the street somewhere near the Indian takeaway, victim of a hit and run, mugging, or just mistaken identity. Of couse I was also mentally telling him off as he does tend to dangerously jay walk. I am of the wait till the green man blips persuasion, while he is of the but there are no cars persuasion. I sometimes wonder what our future will hold for us.

I also had visions of a serial killer entering the flat and killing him. Of course I then remembered that as an academic, nobody will know that he is missing. Name one student who would bother to ask why a lecturer does not turn up for class. So I knew deep down, as I was eating my pasta with tuna sauce, that I would probably be the one to find the body when I arrive on Monday. Oh dear, that means that no one will meet me at the airport. I hate that. Must remember to note D's address in diary just in case.

But what if by some lucky chance someone did realise he has gone awol, called the police, and they broke into his flat to find his body. Wouldn't the investigators check his messages? Oh no, they would not have his security code, so they would have to get it from the telephone company. May take a few hours. But if they did get it then they would be able to listen to my messages. Then maybe they would call me and tell my WHY HE IS NOT ANSWERING MY CALLS! Ok, admittedly, there have only been 3 calls, but I really do hate keying in all the numbers from the phone card.

If I find the body, then I would have to be the one to get police. Would I be a suspect? What if I got blood on my shoes or they find my hair in the apartment? Just in case my passport and phone calls are insufficient to prove that I could not have killed him, I went down to see have a chat with my landlady. I have seen enough cop shows to know I need an alibi.

Then D calls. His flight just got in. I told him that I was busy setting up an alibi in case I get questioned during his murder enquiry. He told me to stop watching CSI Miami: New York: Las Vegas and FBI Crime Files, and get some sleep.