Down at the library it’s quiet probably due to the weather, but one or two hardy souls are out. One older gent of my acquaintance knowing I’ve stayed in Paris, had asked me the other day which hotel I used. Today he came over with a Paris guidebook and a map and proceeded to show me where it was on the map. I felt like saying “I know where it is I stayed there!” I don’t know about you, but as more of my acquaintances get older, probably because I am too, this sort of thing is becoming more the norm.
Walking home I took a detour through the local cemetery, and bumped into the warden. He was telling me how he was seeing a trend towards more people getting buried than cremated recently, and how they were seeing an increased demand for burial plots. I said, “Yes, I’d heard people were dying to get in here (boom boom)!” It was one of those tumbleweed moments, stony silence pervaded amongst the gravestones. I muttered my apologies and moved on.
How do teenagers do their homework and revision with music blaring and the constant interruption of texts, and social media on their mobiles? It’s kind of a rhetorical question this one as they seem to manage, though when every time you walk in a room they’re pinned to their iPhone, when they’re meant to be revising I’ve no idea how. Phones used to be used for talking to people, now with mobiles that appears to be the least of what teenagers do with them. But until their results suffer me and Mrs P are just going to have to carry on biting our tongues.
Keep smiling (through the gritted teeth)
Jay
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