More inane phone conversations

If I had my camera at home I'd take a photo of my cat right now...

She's resting on the bookshelf, her head tucked against a stuffed dog I was given a long time ago, front legs and chest kinda sprawled over the heap of library books and an igauna and collection of rubber spiders resting under her tail... she's asleep, so it must be comfortable enough.

Phone person: So Sophie, do you help your husband out on the farm?
Sophie: I run the farm.
Phone Person: Oh. My. Gosh.

long pause.

Phone person: That must keep you busy.

It gets old. It gets very, very old.

Actually, I spoke to ... oops, a library book just toppled. That woke her up. ... a person the other day who told me there was a programme on television about 'the only female sharemilker in New Zealand' and asked if it was me.
"Not that I know of. And I can name a few other women sharemilkers."
"I didn't think that was right."


I have no patience for this anymore. No, I never had patience for it.