Recently, I telephoned a friend. Then another. And a third.
The first friend didn’t answer. But he has a crummy signal in Oxfordshire, so I called his other number and this time he answered.
After we had spoken for about an hour, I called the second friend – she too answered, although she was just on the way out, she said.
We spoke for quite a while, if slightly less than the previous call.
The third call went to voicemail, so I left a chatty message.
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Why am I telling you this? Because it struck me how very strange it is.
I actually telephoned someone! And then another person! They didn’t screen the call! A third person, for whom I left a message, called me back!
I didn’t send a message to these people on one of the gazillions of “platforms” that have so helpfully squeezed themselves into our lives.
I didn’t send a preliminary email.
It was Eddy who reminded me last year that I can actually call someone and have a chat without first fixing a date or sending a calendar link etc. Thanks Eddy.
Gosh. What a thing!
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Yes, this post has been about someone telephoning his friends.
You’re welcome.
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