I put down the receiver and skip back to the kitchen to wash up after breakfast. I have been remiss in my telephone calls and the weekly time slot has slipped. Busyness is relentless. My ‘to do’ list overflows, my working memory is straining at the leash. I too have given up on showers as personal care is at at all time low. If I only had a tardis I would warp speed myself forward, or possibly backwards? A time traveler is surely the only solution?
“So……. How is your mum den?” asks Nonna as I steer past her and refuse to acknowledge the progress of her washing up efforts with enough water to fill an average bath.
“Oh she’s on great form but the weather!” I grab the chopping board and knife to begin prepping for lunch, side by side, shoulder to shoulder, within easy shouting distance.
“Weather?” The drier pings so I zip over to put on the next load and start folding.
“Yes coming down like stair rods,” I bellow from the utility room.
“What are you about doz tings den?” asks Nonna.
“Those tings in the garden?”
“Oh you know……tomatoes…….you are going to pick dem before dey spoil?”
“Um…in a minute.”
“Anyway……..what is wrong wiv you today?”
“What is wrong wiv you today?”
“You are talk funny wiv, your mouth. You know?”
“No. Know what?”
I have neither spat nor lisped all morning.
Oh no! My retainer!
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