The Telephone: Fran Lebowitz


Remember, that as a teenager, you are at the last stage in your life when you will be happy to hear that the phone is for you.

Fran Lebowitz 1950-

Social Studies (1981)
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I remember the day we returned home after the honeymoon. I was in the bath and the phone rang. I distinctly remember deciding there and then that I would never again get out of the bath to answer the phone. Even if it were Paul Newman, as I had long hoped, there was no longer anything I could do about it. 🙂


About layanglicana

Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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