The phone rings.
I answer it and the voice at the other end asks: “Hello, my name is…. May I please speak to Mr. F.”
“No” is my short answer. I’ don’t bother apologising any more for his lack of availability.
“Oh, Ok then. When might Mr. F be available so I can speak to him?”
“In maybe a month’s time, what do you want to talk to him about, maybe I can help you?”
“Sorry, we are only authorised to speak to the account holder. Who are you?”
“I’m his wife.”
There’s a moment’s pause. I can imagine they’re thinking: he’s left her. Messy divorce on the horizon so we’ll have to be even more tight-lipped in case we’re sued for breach of confidentially in the future.
I try to explain. Continue reading