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| Working in Miami in 1979 (or thereabouts!) |
What a good job I have a sense of humour. Throughout
the Lockdown several friends who normally rely on e-mails for keeping in touch
resorted to long telephone calls. Yes, they were much appreciated by this
81-year-old. Although the conversations began with their wanting to know how I
was getting on, it quickly became clear that they wanted to talk about how lonely
and bored they were.
They all know that I live on my own and that my
neighbours are either out at work or, like me, disabled. Which leaves me very
much on my own. And some of these friends even had the temerity to say that as
I am on my own any way, I am used to it. Really? Maybe they should write down
and read what they are going to say before they make phone calls!!!
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