Telephones, for all their merits, are frustrating things.
It seems like every time we sit down to do something, someone chooses to ring and interrupt us.
Sometimes it’s a scammer calling (you know the ones…”This is Rajesh Smith, from Windows, calling you about your computer virus”),
sometimes it’s an organisation explaining the merits of why you should donate more money to yet another apparently worthy organisation,
and sometimes, although much less often than the other two callers, it’s a person you actually know calling for a “quick” purpose, which almost always turns into an lengthy discussion.
“Ignore the call and let the answering machine take the message,” you say.
Oh sure, and who amongst you actually has the will-power to wait until later to find out what your caller wanted. Curiosity kills the cat, you know!
We have become slaves to these machine. We jump when they jingle, regardless of what important activity they disturb.
This weekend, to my delight, my phone has been put in its rightful place.
The recent torrential rain has severed our phone connection. (Rest assured, for some bizarre but blessed reason, it hasn’t affected our internet connection.)
The silence has been blissful; no ring-a-ding-ding machine screaming in my ears morning, noon and night.
We’ve happily slept-in with the knowledge that no one could wake us at the crack of dawn.
We’ve read aloud for long undisturbed hours.
We’ve happily started in-depth activities assured that we wouldn’t be called away by that phone.
However, tonight, we were just reaching the climax of our Shakespeare play on dvd, and had our blissful bubble burst – not by the telephone but by a Skype call.
Seriously. There’s no place to hide. They WILL find you
…and always when it’s the most inconvenient time possible.
Telephones, Skype, mobiles and doorbells!
Honestly, is there no peace from these buzzy machines that demand our attention at the ring of their bell.