I am living out very Beckettian exchanges with my practically teenage son that I find amusing.

Recently he was away chez Grandmaman and would request I phone him. I would phone.

“Hello” I’d say.

“You’re rambling,” he’d reply.

Occasionally he’d send an email that demanded an instant response. “Write back immediately” he’d type.

I’d write back to no response.

I’d write back again to no response.

But most of all I enjoy the expression that covers his face when I suggest something deliberately ludicrous. Hence I think of more ludicrous things to elicit that wonderful glaze the besets him and the head shake that joins it.