tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23011984.post8769825406686548127..comments2023-05-24T10:46:26.458+01:00Comments on Through Myself and Back Again: That word.Naomi J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10918322634249814999noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23011984.post-55761869480097622512008-07-26T02:46:00.000+01:002008-07-26T02:46:00.000+01:00This story reminds me of a routine that a couple o...This story reminds me of a routine that a couple of friends used to do ... two gals and a guy lived together, and one of the gals was partnered with the guy, and the other gal was simply a roomie.<BR/><BR/>Every now and then they would get one of those annoying sales phone calls asking for Mrs. Guy's Name. Of course, technically there was no Mrs. Guy's Name; even after the gal and guy got married, she was still herself. So one of the three would answer the phone, and holding the mouthpiece slightly away, would (most scandelously!) holler out, "Who wants to be Mrs. Guy's Name today?"<BR/><BR/>To which the two of you could simply ask each other, "Which one of is us the 'Carer' today?" :-D<BR/><BR/>andreaandreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14010171453181975253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23011984.post-75208941791772799572008-07-24T10:21:00.000+01:002008-07-24T10:21:00.000+01:00"which is fucked up and also just irritating, as m..."which is fucked up and also just irritating, as my friends don't exactly travel with proof of their friendship status in relation to me"<BR/><BR/>Exactly. It's as though caring is incompatible with relationship... and it's common sense flung out of the picture. I've travelled on friends disabled railcards as a "carer" before, though, and have never received anything other than courtesy from rail staff...gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08780471237127876432noreply@blogger.com