In return, I recounted my exploits over the last few weeks and plans for the rest of the year. Among other things, there's the French holiday, a Cornish bluegrass festival in September, a workshop in October and Passenger in concert in November.
'Whoah, let's go back to the workshop, Sis. What's that about?'
'Oh just one about angel healing'. I tried to reply at the speed of a racing commentator so he couldn't quite catch what I heard. But he caught it alright and I wasn't surprised at the unbridled guffaws heard from the other end of the line. I couldn't help giggling myself. We are after all both down to earth geezers at heart brought up in no nonsense Essex. Yep, I've told him about the dowsing pendulum already and that got a similar reaction.
'Why are you delving into all this stuff ?' was the question when the laughter subsided sufficiently to allow him to speak.
'Because I'm single and I can do what I like now.' I replied. Mr X, a very logical engineer, would have been unlikely to have coped with such goings on. 'And why are you taking the piss?'
'Because I'm your brother' was the quick response 'And it's expected of me!'. Fair dues.