And Then I Get A Call...

   And so it came; shortly after lunch the phone did ring – an unusual phenomenon in and of itself – and upon answering I was informed it was the doctors and guess wot the call related to? Yup, a jab job. The conversation started thus:
Him, “I’m calling regards your vaccine injection.” 
Me, “I’d like to respectfully decline that at this time thanks.”
   There then ensued a lengthy one sided tirade as to why I really, really should have the jabby jobby and they’ll keep calling me ‘till I’ve thought it through, realised the error of my ways and have decide to accept. Actually, I made that bit up. It went like this; I ended my decline line and the response was, “Okay, bu-by.” And that was it.
   On one level that gave me further pause for thought regards the whole Co-co thingy but on another level, he probably has a huge number of calls to make and his time will be spent sorting appointments out for they wot say ‘Yay’.
   However, if this jab is as important as we’re continually being told throughout our waking hours, I would’ve thought the important calls would be convincing the ‘no’ voters to take the offer up.

Quote;  James Thurber.

“Well, if I called the wrong number, why did you answer the phone?”