Skype’s the limit.
Dad and Mum have finally got skype to work. Mum was on first- it took awhile to focus the camera on her face and away from her maternal breast. I asked her did she watch the royal wedding. “Of course not, how could you think I would watch something so superficial?”
“Oh. Well, I did- I really enjoyed it.”
Then Dad came on, placing the headset and microphone carefully over his ruffled up hair. Britney Spears references would be lost on him so I decided to go back further.
“HELLO! OPERATOR. CAN YOU PLEASE PUT ME THROUGH TO THE POSTOFFICE?” He caught on immediately, “Would that be Gorey 9?”
“Well Dad did YOU watch the royal wedding?”
“OH YES! I was glued to it all morning! Didn’t the dress look fabulous!? Though I think I preferred Pippa’s.”
“Did you see the fumble with the ring?”
“I know. But that was the only thing that went a little bit wrong. I was also taking special note of Mr. Middleton; the knot in his tie and what he had to do with the handing over of the hand, so to speak.”
