An English telephone conversation between mother and daughter.
Mother and daughter are speaking on the telephone and discussing different things.
Daughter: Hello, Mum. Who on earth have you been talking to all this time? I’ve been trying to get through to you for ages.
Mother: I’ve been speaking to my friend, Patty.
Daughter: You only saw her on Friday afternoon. Surely you must run out of things to say.
Mother: Well, the thing is, she has just realised she has been taken in by the man who sold her her “new” car. You know how gullible she is. She just bought the first one that
came along. Apparently, he told her that it was one of the most sought-after cars on the market.
Daughter: What’s wrong with it?
Mother: Funnily enough, everything! It’s a wonder the car goes at all. Fixing it is going to be a daunting task, but I told her to get on to Mike, the mechanic; mind you, I dread to think what he’s going to charge her.
Daughter: Anyway, what have you been up to?
Mother: Well, last night your father and I fancied seeing a film. We managed to get hold of tickets to see that Clint Eastwood one with Meryl Streep. It received rave-reviews in all of the papers but we thought it was overrated. Actually, I dropped off in the middle. After the film, your father said he could murder a hamburger so we went to Jimmy’sDad was so hungry that while we were waiting for our hamburgers he had some crisps to be getting on with. He really showed me up; you know how Dad gets so carried away with his food.
Daughter: You’re always picking on him. No wonder he dreads going out to eat with you!
Mother: Oh, you’re bound to stick up for him, being his daughter. You’re biased… Anyway, how are the kids?
Daughter: Well, Jamie’s been a bit under the weather, although I think his studies are coming along well now. I just hope he’s going to get through his exams. There’s so much information he needs to take in, it doesn’t look fun at all. I dropped him off at school the other day and he said to me he didn’t know how he was going to get through the next couple of weeks; but I told him that he underrates himself too much and that if he wants to get on in this world, he must have confidence. At last the message seems to be getting through.
Mother: Oh, good…..And the other one?
Daughter: Jane? She’s fine. Last month she said her class mates were looking down on her because she got on so well with all her teachers.
Mother: I’m sure they’re all jealous. She probably gets a lot of hassle from all the boys who fancy her.
Daughter: She does; mind you, she’s perfectly capable of sticking up for herself. Anyway, we’re all dying to see you. Why don’t you come over for dinner tonight?
Mother: Well, I have a little bit of work to be getting on with but I’d love to see you and the kids. Is eight o’clock alright?