So Sorry Susanne
I owe a huge apology to Susanne Fraser. She's been trying to get in touch with me for about two months. She's called, sent e-mails and even wrote one of those paper things...what do you call them....oh yes, a letter. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, I've been ignoring her. Every time I went to pick up the phone I became distracted by something important. Like chocolate biscuits. Finally, today, I gave her a call and we actually spoke. She was so nice about my rudeness that I wanted to slap myself silly.
"Don't worry about it," she said, "I know you're busy."
"No it's not that, " I blurted, "It's just you. I have some kind of mental block about you. Every time I tried to e-mail you or pick up the phone I got side-tracked by something else. I think it's Freudian. Er...this really isn't making you feel better, is it?"
Susanne, you may remember, presented our comedy series on parenting a few months ago. It was called You're Kidding and it mixed real-life stories of parenthood with extracts from Susanne's own stand-up routine. We got a great response from listeners and I have been wondering how we could follow-up with something similar. I suppose that's why Susanne's been trying to reach me but in the meantime she's presenting a regular programme on 大象传媒 Radio Humberside. She told me she still drops in the odd quirky tale about her toddler daughter Isla.
"Like today she was pointing her finger at the traffic and I asked her why she was doing that. She said she was telling the cars which way to go."
At least Susanne didn't tell me where to go. Or was that whole story a Freudian message? Is my slip showing?
