Conversation at its very best.
When I was growing up we did not have a land-line at home. I think I was around thirteen years of age when Dad decided it was time we had a home telephone. It got me into serious trouble and taught me a lesson I would never forget!
Although I am honestly grateful to my Dadda for teaching me that invaluable lesson!
I also learnt that some people use telephones for sorting things out and making arrangements, or friendly conversations of a sensible length; whereas there are others who have very different ideas when it comes to telephone conversations. My friend Kat was unbelievable! She could go on and on for hours without waiting for me to respond or ask her any questions. I started to dread her calls because I could not figure out to end a telephone conversation with Kat! I love her…
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