What did you do today, dear?
I was involved in a sad conversation yesterday that went something like this: The study, about 4.30 pm, January 14 th 2011. (phone rings) Me: hello, Kea Vicarage (feeling the usual slight nerves on answering the vicarage phone - "you never know what you're gonna get"). Voice: hello, is that Mr Charles Peer? Me: Yes, that's right. (thinks: not too bad so far). Voice: hello, this is [ordinary bloke's name] from [totally meaningless company name]. Me: hello. (thinks: 1. Grrrr . 2. OK, try really hard not to go Victor Meldrew here). Voice (flat, desperate, speaking very fast): Mr Peer, we are giving all ourclients the chance toinvest in the finewines market, and I'mgoingto send youacatalogue tonight. Isyour email address ******** ? Me: errrr ... yes? (thinks: 1. He's got my email? 2. Invest what?? 2. Ok , let's try not to make this guy's day any worse than it already is). Voice: Mr Charlspier , is the finewines market something y