When I am nervous I can talk for England. Someone asks me a question and I just babble an answer and carry on. In fact often I am so nervous I do not answer the question because I have not heard it and so I am babbling on some wierd tangent of my own. For some reason (probably because I know I’m being stupid) my babble is interespersed with loud laughter. Nobody knows what I mean but they all laugh back, encouraging me to babble further.

Those that phone at the most inconvenient times will always have this. They start to tell you something, veer off at the first fork in the conversation to tell you something, connected with the first something, veer again at an extremely fascinating thought connected to the second something, veer again as they remember something about the original something which is also connected to something that is not connected to any of the original somethings but which leads to further fascinating somethings.

Why do these people always phone when you are unwinding, cooking (and now burning) a lovely meal, eating (and now gulping down) a wonderful dinner, bathing, or sleeping. Why are they always sensitive types so you can’t just be honest and get rid of them but have to pretend you are absolutely riveted by them and their conversation …blah blah.