Not the other
person.
With the best of
intentions and the most flexible of wills, sometimes it isn’t the person that
we think has a problem, but rather ourselves.
This was brought
home to me yet again yesterday: after talking an hour or so to my last remaining
blood aunt I finally had the time to skype my sister-in-law. Now we skype each
other fairly regularly, sometimes every other day, sometime a week goes by what
with my schedule, her schedule and the seven-hour time difference: but
regularly.
Ever since my
brother installed a new modem we have had very few problems, but yesterday her
sound just wasn’t coming through. I checked my microphone, she checked hers –
she could hear me, I couldn’t hear her (and no it had nothing to do with my
poor hearing as I could hear myself). I could understand quite a deal by
reading her lips (good to test that out), but after a quarter of an hour of
holding a monologue and trying everything in the book (including her shutting
down her computer and re-booting it) it was getting a bit boring just listening
to myself (no smart remarks now those of you who know me!).
Tried again a
couple of times and were on the point of giving up, which was ever so
frustrating as we both had nothing on during that time frame and needed a good “natter”
when I thought to check my computer’s sound volume: oops… then I remember that
I had muted it whilst talking to my aunt so that no inadvertent ads would come
on and disturb our conversation.
Sorry, sorry,
sorry, the fault all along was with me, not her.
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