Who's number is it anyway?

The Philosopher has given me his number. At least I *think* it's his number... it could well belong to his imaginary friend (who apparently drives like an arse!)

If only I had an imaginary friend! I could pass her number on, and they could drive (badly!) off into the sunset together :)

And how sweet of Baileys Guy... he called last night (from Dublin). He's jetting off to Vegas today, but wanted to call before he left... he was missing my voice!?! He's the one with a voice like silk, not me!

He hasn't forgotten he's going to steal something for me while he's there :)