Donna rang me at work today, wanting a long chat while she was driving and while I was trying to work. Apparently, Max has started to bring girlfriends home, young ones. She wonders where he gets them all from. Maybe Woolies? He sits on his front veranda with them, laughing and drinking. It’s pissing Donna off. She wanted me to go to her place tonight and sit out the front with her and laugh and drink. I asked her what we were going to laugh at, and she couldn’t think of anything. Anyway, I didn’t go, mainly because it was stupid.
I told Donna to find someone younger, but she said she doesn’t go for younger men, as they usually aren’t sporting the streamlined edition. She said she doesn’t fancy the idea of the old philately with them. Who knows what might be marinating under there. She can be quite crude sometimes. On the other hand, I’ve never thought about that myself. She may have a point.