Irony, anyone?

No rude comments, please, because you won't find a trace of gooey-ness in this post.
It's just that sometimes I have this suspicion that the Fates are having a good laugh at my expense while I'm being torn between laughing and repeatedly banging my head against the wall.

I had a day off yesterday, and thus a tennis lesson with Elena (the other coach, i.e. the one who's also playing with Mr H) had been scheduled for 9 a.m.
During the first break, while we were gathering balls, Elena told me she'd been playing on Monday with Mr H.
Mentally cursing her, because I really, really, didn't want to talk about him, I merely said something like "Oh, really? That's nice". My attempts at hypnotising her into dropping the subject didn't work, and so she extolled his tennis playing skills and marvelled at the fact that he plays every single night, if he's in Skopje.
Not good, but what can you do. I said Oh, and Really?, and then we'd collected all the balls and continued to play.
Five minutes later Elena said, "I think your phone's ringing."
Expecting it to be a call from the Embassy, I went to answer it.
It was, of course, not the Embassy but... Mr H. Speak of the devil.
The connection was horrible -- he was on his way to some godforsaken place in the north-west - and broke after less than two minutes, just when he was saying "I'm calling you because".

I told myself firmly that, if he wanted to talk to me, *he* would have to call again, and put the whole business out of my mind.
Needless to say that hitherto he hasn't done so, but I'm being very good and very zen about it, and intend to remain that way.