Oh darling, there was a telephone call for you earlier. One of those lifestyle surveys that advertisers use. I said we weren't interested and you were busy doing your chores, but they were very insistent. Apparently, you’re an important demographic for them. Goodness knows why. So I said I’d answer for you, so they won’t keep calling back, you know.
Let me see now... what did they want to know? They asked about hobbies so I said cleaning, ironing and cooking. They asked about your sex life, so I told them you didn’t have one. They asked if there were any purchases that you always make sure you never run out of, so of course I said tampons, because you know how cross I get if you don’t have them ready for me. Oh – and they asked about disposable income so I said you get five pounds a week in pocket money if you’ve been good.They lost interest after that, I think, because they just finished up the survey and rang off.
Sorry that was so disappointingly short.
Wow - I just had a really overwhelming sense of deja vue! Because I'm sure I've typed that exact same sentence before. But I think this is the first time I've posted such a short story as a stand-alone item, so I've no idea when that can have been. Isn't that weird! Do you ever get that?
Oh well. I expect it'll come to me.