Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Communication - ya gotta love it.

Text from my father this morning.

'Don't seem to be able to contact the Mother by phone or email, tell her I am in Sydney.'

Now a couple of things.

1.My phone tells me that this text turned up at 1.30 in the morning. Did he really think she was going to be up at that time time, surfing? She's seventy-two, not twenty-seven. This is the woman who thinks that going on line is what you do to the washing.

2.He's in Sydney?

Being the dutiful daughter I am, I did as I was asked and sent my mother this text, 'Pop is in Sydney (in case you were thinking he's just popped out for milk.)'

2 comments:

Medbh said...

Just popped off to Sydney for some milk, did he?

laughykate said...

It's what arms dealers do!