When young Toby was here on his visit from England my brother and I gently teased him on account of his non-stop chattering.
Of course we were two pots calling one kettle black. Martyn and I are also talkers.
Last evening my friends Ron and Charlotte stopped by my home for a social hour, together with new friends Den and Karen.
They were my guests for about 1 hour and 40 minutes.
I swear that I talked almost without interruption for about 90 of those 100 minutes.