Ooh! That looks nice.
“Mum, that’s MY dinner. You no longer eat. You are … non-corporeal.”
Au contraire. I have always been very corporeal, dear, I assure you.
Was it a nice Christmas? Did you have turkey?
“No Mum. I’ve gone vegetarian. I roasted a cauliflower.” You roasted what?
So why don’t you show me what you drew for that “Folktale Week” thingummybob on Instagram?
I know I’m long dead, dears. But I might as well talk to you direct because my daughter has become some kind of zombie. I certainly never spent this long on the phone.
Why aren’t you cartooning?
“I’ve been keeping up to date with my Instagram feed.” I don’t care who you’ve been feeding. You should be cartooning. “But Mum there’s so much stuff to look at on here.”
Gordon Bennett! Give me strength.