This happens every week. like clock work.

Tuesday late mornings. Phone rings


“hello. are you at home?”

“ummmm, yes”

“is the kettle on?”

“ummm, no”

“i’ll be there in about 20 minutes”


“see you now”

“ok, bye”

15 to 20 minutes later. Missed call. Open the gate. Let him in.


“hello… how’s tings”

“fine – how you guys doing”

“good. what’s news?

“mmm, nothing much”

“that’s not very much!!”

“mmm. what’s news with you?



“You busy?”

“um, ja, not to bad… got a bunch of stuff i’m busy with”

“good. how’s peter?”

“he’s cool… at a customer”

“ooooh!! is he busy?”

“a little… it’s getting better.”

“that’s good. it will get better. it doesn;t happen overnight. the first couple of years are tough. but he will make it work”


“how was hunting?”

“it was cool – the beagles had fun”

“how did oscar do?”

“not too bad, he had a couple of  2nd and 3rd places”

“and harry?”

“meh – he’s always one place behind oscar”

“*laugh* – oscar is such a character. just like frankie”

“at least they had fun, and slept all day on sunday, and most of monday too”

“is your neighbour here?”

“uuuuh, no. still not”

“STILL!?? how long has it been now?”

“sheesh, a while… like 2 months or so”

“ja, she must sell that house. maybe mom and i will buy it”

“uhhh, no”

” *laughs* … aaah, jaaa…. can you check the balance?”


….. it’s Rxyz”

“anybody pay?”

“ummm… yes, abc paid Rxyz on Thursday”

“anybody else?”


“ok. tanks”

“no problem”

“aaah well, let me carry on”

“ok. keep warm”


“see you thursday”


The same conversation. every.single.tuesday.

My life feels like a bad comedy at the moment. or maybe a horror movie. can’t quite decide.

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