It was all very weirdMy mobile phone rang today
I answered
Could I speak to Mottsu?” someone said
No” was all I said

Someone introduced himself, from a vineyard in the Hunter Valley
A marketing call

Mottsu died about 6 years ago” I said
I am so sorry” someone said

Thanks, you couldn’t have known” I said and then explained that Mottsu didn’t have a mobile phone and I could easily that we had signed mailing list with his name and my number – we had holidayed in the Hunter a year before he died.

More apologies, more consternation and more reassurances and we hung up.

I felt dull. The whole sequence was quite surreal and I couldn’t help remembering the time I had been shaken by the realisation he wouldn’t call me. I hadn’t imagined someone would call him.

Weird (especially given my musings in the previous post on remembering).

Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t. Mark Twain