What is this with...

mobile phones?

I don’t get it!  This morning I watched a woman setting off to take her dog for a lovely bracing walk along the prom.  She was on the phone... what was that all about?  Couldn’t it wait until she got home, allowing her time to take in the lovely day?  It isn’t only the young, older folk are on the same kick, walking, sitting, shopping, having a coffee.  In the hospice shop last Friday a mobile phone went, the woman with a foghorn voice answered it as she carried on flicking through the rails of clothes.  All in the shop heard that her friend was running late and then she went into a long description as to which charity shop she could be found in.  As the call ended the whole shop breathed a sigh of relief.  Trouble was the call had obviously jogged her memory and she then decided to call someone else to tell them about her verruca, (it wasn’t exactly that, but it could 
so easily have been!) all the while on the look out for a bargain.

People stroll along the street in deep discussion about the price of cheese in Woolworths oblivious to the scooter approaching from behind to relieve them of their much loved latest gizmo phone and if you ask me they have jolly well asked for it!

Just don’t get me on about driving and texting...