Some will remember this charming scene, which happened in a committee meeting. It does not matter which committtee. All committees, I sense, are largely the same, in their sweet inefficiency. Playgrounds for the elderly, often - men and women who can't let go, yet who don't know what they are holding onto.
I was sitting there munching biscuits when the first older person appeared.
Hello, he said.
Hello, I replied.
A companiable silence fell, as we awaited others.
Shall I put my hearing aid in?, he suddenly asked.
I stared at him in bemusement.
I don't usually wear it when I referee at hockey, he said pensively. His brow furrowed, and his face tightened.
Why should I, he asked, with passion. Why should I wear it, so I can hear them call me blind?
Love, M&T x
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