Josh is supposed to be leaving today. That's when he said he'd be leaving. Much chance? I don't reckon.
I said to him yesterday, "You are leaving tomorrow, aren't you?"
He said, "Oh, maybe Saturday, may be Friday, I don't know."
If the owner of the house where I was staying said that to me, you can be damn sure come tomorrow, I'd have my bag and my hat in my hand saying,
"It's been grand, chook," as I headed to the front door.
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