I don’t like being bothered or bossed around. I hated that anyone,for any reason, could interrupt my life, or I could interrupt my life just the sameThe phone rings: its my friend checking to see whether I can pick her up on the way to a dinner party. I expect her where she is and as she explains,I reach as far as I can across the countertop for a pen. I scribble the address in my trusty notebook I keep in my back pocket. I command her I’ll be at her place in approximately 20 minutes, give or take a few. Then I hang up. Literally. I physically take the handset receiver away from my ear and hang it on the weight-triggered click switch that cuts off my landline’s dial tone. Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com