‘Oh hello…Mum’s not in.’
At which point it will either be decided that Mum rings me back when she is in, and the call comes to an end; or father and daughter will proceed to have a conversation. On this occasion, it’s the latter.
‘I looked at your blog today.’
Once upon a time, in a bid to boost visitor numbers, I signed my father up as a subscriber. (What can I say? There’s no extended family and the grandparents/budgies aren’t online.)
‘Well… I don’t think… err….’
You can see where I get it from.
‘Well, I think I’d prefer it to be a bit, well, happier. You know, a happy ending here and there.’
You and me both, father.