Bear has always complained about my telephone conversations – to the point where (when I was still working) I had my own phone line put in and paid my own bill to shut him up. But, would you believe it, he still had the cheek to moan!
Things haven’t changed much, even though we now have an inclusive subscription covering unlimited calls to France, England and America for a fixed sum.
Today I called Yvette as she wasn’t too well when I saw her on Friday. She was pleased to talk and we chatted happily about this and that.
When I put the phone down Bear scowled at me.
“Do you know you were on the phone for 37 minutes?”
I looked him in the eye hoping to convey a mixture of disdain, annoyance and humour.
“So. . . . . . .”
“So you won’t need to see each other again this week. You’ve said it all – probably kept her from doing what she was doing, poor woman. You could have said all that in less than two minutes. There’s too much communication!”
It wasn’t worth talking to him to tell him that Yvette had mentioned the Old Folks’ Easter get together. I hadn’t read the circular properly and had filed it away where I couldn’t find it.
It seems that owing to economic constraints, this year’s meal will be a Tea-Dance instead of the usual 5 course lunch. Actually, I think that’s a good idea. It means people will mix better and probably suffer less from indigestion as getting up to jig about between courses is something my stomach doesn’t take to readily.
It also means that Yvette will be able to come – and bring Jean-Claude in his wheelchair. They can arrive when they like and go home when he’s tired.
It will do her the world of good to come out and socialise.
And we can both have a long session of communication.
Bear can mope by himself or make himself sick on cake if he doesn’t want to talk to people.