One Year Old With Viral Infection

Last Sunday, Blowin 'in the phone ringing. It's pretty rare among us, so I answer.

- Hello Nelly! It's Grandma!

Shit. The precision was unnecessary: the height of four feet ten inches (say eight inches because she repressed with age), my grandma is the only person in the world to call me his "great". Now I know I have a problem: my grandma is an adorable little lady and dynamic (I feel like I might like him a lot in 60 years ... in three to five inches more large), but when she has you on the phone, it's for two hours, minimum, unless you have a damn good excuse.

After acclaimed, having heard me give the new Abbreviated entire family near as far, I try to interrupt it before it goes into the details (my grandma is as a new bullerin: you have the summary of facts at the beginning, but if you zap it, then you are stuck with the pathetic description of the details in great length).

- Uh, Grandma, I'm happy to talk to you ...

Liar!

- ... but now I must ...

And here I am trying to think quickly. Last week I gave him the blow of the household. The time before, that the supper on the stove. There she has not taken a chance, it's two o'clock in the afternoon.

- ... I must write.

I realize in saying that this ground, although quite true, is not considered sufficient to shorten the conversation.

- Oh, I speak to you not long at first. You know you think your uncle ...

And here we go. It cancanne cheerfully, have to give it. No way to get a word. After half an hour (after changing the phone twice to ear because I end up numb), I finally interrupt the flow of new family saga.

- Look, it's not that it's not interesting ...

Actually, no it is not, precisely: the majority of that side of my family laughing at me and I bear them well. I have to find the words to release me to return to my keyboard, finally ending my novel ... And here, my enlightenment!

- ... but I really need to work .

- Oh! Your writing is work?

- Yeah.

I'm paid for one day, so it's work, right?

- Well, I knew, my great! I'll leave you. You will come supper there with your big, one time.

- Yes, yes, Grandma.

And then she hung up. Like that. No final word of advice. No endless goodbye. No "last case that I must tell thee."

Ok, it noted. Now, for the rest of the world (except you) I write more I work.;)