The sentences dragged on and on.
The paragraphs seemed to have no end.
I tried to persist I really did, but then my mind ambled off to other things. What am I doing later? Do I need to phone them again? Is there anything for tea?
I looked out of the window and found you looking at me in the reflection.
“You’re still here?” I said.
“Yes.”
“Are you as bored as me?”
“Yes.”
“Should I read you what I have written?”
“If you like.”