Addicted

I now spend all day trying to compose a message for my answering machine.I have become addicted to it as my voice sounds so lovely.In the end, I revert to the default one which is a man with no accent.After that, a lady thanks you for phoning.I am unsure why.I’d prefer    to thank all those shops and insurance companies for not phoning me not to mention some of my former colleagues, the London Mathematical Society ,those  poor students I once taught at  a premier university ,[sounds like football]The Pope,The Archbishop, the  Chief Rabbi and  the Mormons.And Donald  Trump….and all the  other people I taught but no longer wish to remind myself  of.And if you want to marry me I do not play dumb.I never was good at acting.Moreover, women do not enjoy scrubbing your hankies and  ironing your underpants.You see, they did not teach that at University.Strange,isn’t it?After all, we were in an all women’s  college.
I accept men don’t enjoy driving on the Underground or killing pigs.What’s the answer? An ex blogger used to say he ate as much meat as he could.But would he kill the animals?I think not.I only eat  potatoes now as I am almost Irish.My bones are Celtic except for my skull which is Scandinavian.I bet you’d never have guessed that  from my writing.We have long heads and also we take a large size in hats.So ” one size fits all” is not true.Why do they lie? I think paranolia is arriving so I am leaving