Tiny Joys.

Phonegirl

I have a new house phone. When it rings it plays a jazz tune I love but can't identify. I like it so much I've been ringing myself from handset to handset.  And when other people ring me  I go into minor rhapsody...

In the whole scheme of things phones that sing happy tunes don't really matter, but it is I suppose, a teeny tiny step on the road to independance, to the acknowledgement of who I am, what makes me smile and how I will bit by bit make this house my own...

The funny thing is, until now I am really not sure that I knew that that me was being suffocated. That me would never, ever have thrown a jazz singing phone into her shopping trolley at Tesco....

Who know's what I'll do next? Have a nice day Housekeepers...

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