Doing Christmas cards at the last minute, less than 24 hours before going to Korea, dials the phone.
"Hey mate," Martin says in suddenly a thick, English dialect. "Hey mate, how are you? I'm doing Christmas cards at the last minute and I don't bloody have your address. I think I bloody did this last year."
Blah blah blah.
When we come back from a trip to England, I swear, I hardly understand anything he says.
It's not so bad when he talks to his folks via Skype, but throw in a few friends, and I can't barely catch a word. The longer we are in England the thicker the accent gets and the longer it takes when we get home to get back to normal. And now it's coming on strong after a phone call?
The scary thing is we've been together five years and I'm still not used to it.