Ring, ring ...

On Christmas day my Father-in-law asked me if I wanted an old telephone.

For some reason I find it very difficult to say "no" to offers of other people's old stuff.

I'm pretty sure my father-in-law has worked this out.

Now … whenever he wants to get rid of something … he asks me.  After all it's far more efficient than organising a council clean up ... and cheaper than a trip to the dump.

So anyhoo … on Christmas Day he asked me if I was interested in an old phone they used to use.

"Ummm" I hesitated … I mean let's face it … what ... in all reality … am I going to do with an old phone.

As if sensing his sure fire method of garbage disposal was finally at an end he threw in the ultimate temptation … "It's red".

Now that's just not playing fair.

So yesterday Hubby returned from a visit to his parent's place with this.

I showed it to Master 13.

He looked at it with a puzzled expression.

"It's a phone" … I prompted helpfully … "We all had them"

"But … but …" he looked perplexed,  "How did you call people?"

What a difference one short generation makes!