Any jobbing mediator will know what I mean.
It's like socks - where the hell do they go to between the washing machine and the sock draw?
After a flap last week where I interrupted a mediation to return a red hot call from a lawyer looking for an urgent date, and followed that with a confirmation blackberry email on the run providing a spread of dates, I get this today;
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What, but @!*?
I mean - I'd be delighted to be of assistance at any time in the future.