I'm a wuss.
One of my pet hates is making phonecalls. It's okay ringing my mum, or my sister, or my hubby when he's away, but give me a situation when I don't know who's going to answer the telephone, be it a friends husband that I don't know well, (yikes), the hairdressers, the maintenance man to request a repair, a delivery man, I can't do it.
I just can't. Don't ask me to explain. I come out in a cold sweat, I feel panicky and I just can't do it.
I've just proved the point by ringing another parent to turn down an invitation for Aedan to go to a party.
Me "Oh, hello, is that Geoffrey's dad?"
Man "No, I'm his brother."
Me "Oh, I'm sorry..."
It could only be me...
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