Good Neighbours

I consider myself to be very fortunate to have good neighbours. Neighbours are an extension of the family. I was busy working on my projects throughout the day and decided to take a break to speak with my husband and son who are holidaying in Jamaica. My neighbour recommended a calling card that I should purchase, so I did. However, for the life of me the card would not work. I had tried several times using both numbers and pin number but still no joy. How bizarre! I telephoned her and she said she would come over. I thought that she must have thought that I was simple. I was doing what was required but somehow I was not being allowed access to the system. She came over within the minute and set about tapping in the numbers immediately. I was feeling rather frustrated that something as easy as inputting numbers was becoming a major operation. I wear spectacles for reading and for working with visual display units, in lay terms, computers. It worked! What did she do that I did not do? They saying goes that patience is a virtue. I was patient though! I suggested that she talk first. She left immediately after the conversation, and I took up from where she left off. After speaking with them both I asked my son to hand the phone to his dad so he cut me off instead once I said goodbye. I tried instantly with follow-on call, and subsequent calls with no effect. Isn’t that strange? Life sometimes appear as a game.