Hello ? I’m so sorry, my phone stopped ringing just before I could pick up the receiver when you called me a minute ago.”
“Wot me? Hm...Don' fink so m'dear- I jus' rung me daugh’er but she weren't in...I'll give 'er a call la’er. She's prob'ly orf aht. Pickin' up ‘er kids from school 'bout now, she'd be, I s’pose. ‘Oo are you then?”
“You misunderstand me. You rang me. I dialed 1471 and the recorded message gave me your number as being the last to call. I'm merely returning that call to ascertain who phoned...”
“Weren't me, luv. 'Ow would I phone you when I dunno yer number, le'alone yer name?”
“I expect you mis-dialled...”
“Couldn' a done. I knows me gal's number off by 'art – four, seb’en, seb’en, one, one, nine. See, it's easy!”
“Ah, that explains it. Mine is four, seven, seven, one, one, eight - an easy mistake to make if one's fingers slip a little on the buttons.”
“Wot ya sayin'? I ain't got no slipp'ry fingers! They’s too damn stiff wiv arfritis to be slipp'ry no more - though they use ter tickle them pianna keys real good...arh...My Ma learned me some, an' the res' sorta come on its own. Mmm... nuffin' I enjoyed better'n playin’ for fowks ter sing-along…hm...You like singin', Missus? I reckon you sounds like a singer, wiv ‘at voice o' yorn. Yeh.. got lotsa notes wrapped in it when ya speaks...ain' I righ’?”
“As a matter of fact, you are...”
“I ‘new it! Me ears works fine, even if me fingers 'ave give up . It's drat cold wevver gets to 'em, y'know? Makes 'em sieze up somefin' cruel. Can't 'ardly 'old me mug o’tea of a mornin'...
Yeh… ‘at reminds me, it's about time I put me kettle on the gas for me a’ternoon cuppa. You won't mind me ringin' off nah, eh? I likes to keep to me rou'ine - 'elps make sense of me days, yer see... doin' the same fings at the same times... hum...well, I'll say g'bye m'dear. Nice 'avin a chat, missus..yeh...call ag'in, any time. Ta da!”
“Wot me? Hm...Don' fink so m'dear- I jus' rung me daugh’er but she weren't in...I'll give 'er a call la’er. She's prob'ly orf aht. Pickin' up ‘er kids from school 'bout now, she'd be, I s’pose. ‘Oo are you then?”
“You misunderstand me. You rang me. I dialed 1471 and the recorded message gave me your number as being the last to call. I'm merely returning that call to ascertain who phoned...”
“Weren't me, luv. 'Ow would I phone you when I dunno yer number, le'alone yer name?”
“I expect you mis-dialled...”
“Couldn' a done. I knows me gal's number off by 'art – four, seb’en, seb’en, one, one, nine. See, it's easy!”
“Ah, that explains it. Mine is four, seven, seven, one, one, eight - an easy mistake to make if one's fingers slip a little on the buttons.”
“Wot ya sayin'? I ain't got no slipp'ry fingers! They’s too damn stiff wiv arfritis to be slipp'ry no more - though they use ter tickle them pianna keys real good...arh...My Ma learned me some, an' the res' sorta come on its own. Mmm... nuffin' I enjoyed better'n playin’ for fowks ter sing-along…hm...You like singin', Missus? I reckon you sounds like a singer, wiv ‘at voice o' yorn. Yeh.. got lotsa notes wrapped in it when ya speaks...ain' I righ’?”
“As a matter of fact, you are...”
“I ‘new it! Me ears works fine, even if me fingers 'ave give up . It's drat cold wevver gets to 'em, y'know? Makes 'em sieze up somefin' cruel. Can't 'ardly 'old me mug o’tea of a mornin'...
Yeh… ‘at reminds me, it's about time I put me kettle on the gas for me a’ternoon cuppa. You won't mind me ringin' off nah, eh? I likes to keep to me rou'ine - 'elps make sense of me days, yer see... doin' the same fings at the same times... hum...well, I'll say g'bye m'dear. Nice 'avin a chat, missus..yeh...call ag'in, any time. Ta da!”
(This was a creative writing homework- 'Write a piece in two 'voices'.' Hope you manage to read it! LOL )
