Chatter box


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.

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