Re: "I'm in the bread aisle dear."
I know worries me a bit the inanity of the conversations I hear around me, found my mobile the other day and still haven't felt the need to switch it on. I can't think of anyone I want to speak to that I don't want to see while I chat to them.Re: "I'm in the bread aisle dear."
JUlie, my wife, nurse GIllian when answering her mobile puts on a strange, but very loud voice. YOu are right about being on stage. I think she gesticulates & poses to make up for not being able to see the caller.Re: "I'm in the bread aisle dear."
My most annoying thing about mobiles is the constant blab some people do and with the loudest voice. In fact, its above normal talking decibels.Re: "I'm in the bread aisle dear."
Tell you what does make me laugh is the people with the cordless/wireless set up and the thing in their ear, wandering along seemingly talking to themselves. Round here being so close to Brookwood mental hospital not that many years ago anyone doing that would have been rounded up as an escapeeRe: "I'm in the bread aisle dear."
Re: "I'm in the bread aisle dear."
To chat incessantly on the old blower, be it on a landline or mobile contraption, is an acquired skill set like any other. It is only recently have I gone in for this sort of thing and at first I was dreadful at it with long pregnant pauses, dangerously long come to think of it as pauses can be construed as being not interested or not being interesting - nasty. Anyway I can now chat ceaselessly by just talking endless crap whenever I feel the need . Practise makes perfect .Re: "I'm in the bread aisle dear."
I admit to owning a mobile phone - don't always know where it is - the cats play with it occasionally and have a habit of filing it under the sofa or under the bed. Once I even found it under the refridgerator. On the odd occasions that it has credit and is fully charged it usually lurks at the bottom of my handbag in case of emergency.
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