Mary, over at IGWRT, wants a poem from us which includes conversation. After my previous post the subject of telephones remained uppermost in my mind. I still get calls from people wanting the services of a local gardener, whose telephone number differs from mine by only one digit, and many's the time I've had conversations similar to the little example I've written today:-
"Hello - who's calling?"
"Is that you? - It took an age, but now I'm through..."
"I'm sorry? Please give me a clue..."
"Is that the man who cuts my lawn?
Oh, dear the money's nearly gorn..."