Well, it didn’t do it.
Also, arty farty Donna has acquired some new annoying habits. She now makes continuous hand movements unrelated to what she is talking about the whole time she’s talking, as if that adds some mysterious meaning to her conversation, and she keeps inexplicably pausing at random points halfway through her sentences, apparently to emphasise some non-existent point. She said (hands waving, two pauses and a knowing stare) that she’s really starting to believe in herself. I was thinking it’d be better if she stopped believing in herself and started working, but I didn’t mention it. I’ll be glad when she’s back to normal.
As part of her course, she had a lecture this week about being aware of all the myths and half-truths we all get fed by the media, social media and even universities. She raved enthusiastically about it. I asked her how could she be sure the lecturer wasn’t feeding her myths and half-truths, but she didn’t know.
Anyway, tonight I had a few friends from my old netball team over for drinks and a laugh. We catch up a couple of times a year — no Donna. She never played netball, although she should have, with those legs. We were having a great night, plenty of chatter and laughter, when, you wouldn’t believe it, at about ten o’clock SW from next door rings me up and asks me if we can keep the noise down. Everyone sort of drifted off after that.
I expect SW was bothered she couldn’t hear her seven dogs barking over our laughter.