A Conversation Imagined

“Philip”

“Yes, dear”

“The TV’s gone wonky again.”

“God, where are those pesky grandsons when you need them to go up the rigging”

“You know they’re not about. One’s down South and one’s way out West and they can’t get here anyway, what with this Covid virus thingy. Anyway I want to see the 2:30 race at Uttoxeter and this chit chat is not fixing the cable.”

“Can you remember which corridor has the loft ladder?”

“No, Why”

“Neither can I”

“Oh well, I’ll just have to get dressed and nip out to the bookies”

“Hang on, I’ll just grab my coat and I’ll have a pint while you’re losing the family fortune again.”