On a visit to York I sat at a table next to four eldery (very!) ladies. I wasn’t deliberately trying to listen but it was inevitable that I would “overhear” some of their conversation.
No talk of their ailments…no siree.
No talk of the latest episode of Corrie…oh no.
No comparisons between Asda or Poundland…No way Jose.
No discussion based around who has died or who is almost dead…nope.
For them the conversation was infinitely more cerebral.
The topics included…the relevance of Alan Yentob. Whether a box of wine was better value than bottles. A marmalade making day one of them was attending. The works of Alan Bennet. The latest art house film that was on at the cinema etc etc etc.