Phoned Bev this afternoon, “Elsie miller’s died”
“Who?”
“Elsie miller”
“Who’s Elsie miller?”
“You know Elsie”
“No I don’t”
“Yes you do”
“No I don’t”
“Yes you do, she lived four doors away on Kitson street”
“I was three years old when we left Kitson street”
“Well I can remember things from when I was three”. Doubtful, she’s 85 now
“Who?”
“Elsie miller”
“Who’s Elsie miller?”
“You know Elsie”
“No I don’t”
“Yes you do”
“No I don’t”
“Yes you do, she lived four doors away on Kitson street”
“I was three years old when we left Kitson street”
“Well I can remember things from when I was three”. Doubtful, she’s 85 now