Lavender Hell

There are few things that can prepare you for the true horrors of a live-in Mother-in-Law. The inane, pointless conversations, the "joy" of hearing verbatim the order of the balls that came out at bingo, the unmistakably heady combined smell of piss and lavender. I know from first hand experience what this is like. This is my story!

Monday, September 12, 2005

Another phone call...

The telephone does seem to be a common theme here, but on this occasion it was simply the mode of delivery of the irritation.

I phone to speak to the Mrs; M-I-L answers:

Me: Hi, is [the current Mrs James] there please?"
M-I-L: Yes, I think she is"

Silence.
Thinking she has gone to get her I wait about 30 secs. I hear breathing down the phone.

Me: "Hello"
M-I-L: "Hello"
Me: "So can I speak to her then?"
M-I-L: "Oh, do you want me to get her for you?"

Grrrr - Why exactly did she think I'd called? Did she think I phoned just to find out if the Mrs was there?

Thursday, September 01, 2005

More Telephone Madness

Just a quick one.

On two separate occasions my brother phones up to speak to me. Unfortunately, M-I-L answers the phone.

CALL No 1
He says "It's John, can I speak to Jesse" (names changed to protect the innocent).
She says "I'm sorry, there's no John here"
He says "I know, this is John, I want to speak to Jesse"
She says "No, no, you must have the wrong number, there's no John here"
He says "I know, this is John"
She says "You want to speak to John?"
He hangs up in despair!

CALL No 2
He says "It's John, can I speak to Jesse"
She says "I'll get him for you, is that Fred"
He says "No, it's John"
She says "Hang on a minute Fred, I'll get him for you"
He says "It's not Fred, it's John"
She shouts up the stairs "Jesse, Fred's on the phone for you!"
I pick up the phone and say "Hi Fred!"
He says "I bloody told her, it's not Fred, it's John and I was on the point of hanging up on her again then"

Surely it's time to introduce some sort of telephone proficiency test for the over 70s.