Is it me or is it you? - Living Between the Lines
The phone rang at an unusual hour considering it was my mother at the other end. Our phone calls tend to take place late afternoon unless there is something wrong. So, it was with some trepidation that I picked up the phone this morning saying, “Hello?” “Oh, who am I speaking to? Is that Debbie?” “Yes, are you ok?” “Oh, yes I am fine thank you, not too bad at all but I have two parcels for you…I don’t know what they are of course…” “Oh, that’s odd, I haven’t ordered anything…” (thinks, oh no, not again!) “What sort of parcels?” “I’ll look, just a minute, just got to go into the hall…yes there are two, one about 6 inches long and the other bigger and quite heavy.” “And they are both addressed to me?” “Yes, let me read it…Mrs Deborah Mason, you’re Deborah Mason aren’t you?” “Mason? Well, they aren’t for me then…” “But you are Deborah Mason aren’t you?” “Um, no, I am Barker. You have a neighbour called Debbie…” “Well, no, she’s called Peggy…” “But your other neighbour is Debbie?” “Other neighbour? “ (confused silence) “Oh, who am I talking to?” “Debbie, your daughter…” “Oh,” (gales of laughter) “I didn’t mean to phone you, Debbie, it doesn’t sound like you…I didn’t recognise your voice! I meant to phone Debbie next door…oh dear, you’ll have to put me in a home…” I was very relieved that although her memory is failing, Mum has not lost all her marbles just yet. Yes, Deborah Mason lives next door and the parcels were for her. Mum, who no longer recognises phone numbers, just dialled the one she saw next to Debbie in the book, assuming it was her neighbour who actually appeared further down the list. I was also relieved that I had not ordered something and had it sent to my 94-year-old mother, by mistake – again! Well, you have to smile… Onward!