‘Err… what’s that?’
‘I was talking to Bessie.’
Sally sighed. Brian only listened when she spoke to Bessie. She tried to tell him about her day and winning the writing competition but he was always engrossed in Facebook or podcasts on his phone. Then if he missed something he blamed her for not telling him!
‘You’re a good girl for listening, Bessie,’ she said, recounting her novel plot.
‘I think Sally’s leaving,’ Brian moaned to friends.
‘She told you?’
‘No, the dog.’
Sally received flowers that night and weekly thereafter.
Pity Brian hadn’t heard her telling Bessie about her hayfever…
‘I was talking to Bessie.’
Sally sighed. Brian only listened when she spoke to Bessie. She tried to tell him about her day and winning the writing competition but he was always engrossed in Facebook or podcasts on his phone. Then if he missed something he blamed her for not telling him!
‘You’re a good girl for listening, Bessie,’ she said, recounting her novel plot.
‘I think Sally’s leaving,’ Brian moaned to friends.
‘She told you?’
‘No, the dog.’
Sally received flowers that night and weekly thereafter.
Pity Brian hadn’t heard her telling Bessie about her hayfever…
