For the second time in as many weeks I got the most unsettling of phone calls today, “Mr Mitchell this is Simplicity Funerals, I am calling about your father”. Heart skips a beat, lump in throat waiting for what comes next, “Mr Mitchell we have been trying to contact your father for a week but have been unable to get him, do you know how we can contact him?”
After confirming they had the correct number I hung up and tried to call Dad, no answer. I called the office at the retirement village, they have not heard from him, I called the nursing home where my stepmother is, they have not seen him for over a week, panic setting in.
I called the retirement village again and ask if they can go to the unit, and gave them my permission to enter the unit, they promised to call me back. My mobile rings and that familiar old voice says, “I hear you have been trying to call me”. I could have throttled him through the phone, but at least he is OK.
Now I am in the mood for a gripe, what has happened to the English language, the Queen’s English as we oldies call it. LOL, PMSL, FML, LMAO, ROFL, I could go on. Facebook and the young people of today are destroying our language.
Call me old-fashioned, I don’t mind, but when I send an email, write my blog, write a Facebook post, or send an SMS, I always try to correct any spelling mistakes, and when possible I use the correct grammar and punctuation. I am not perfect by any means, in fact I bet my high school English teachers would recoil in horror, but I try. Do the young people of today know what spell check is, what a semi-colon or even a comma are, I have to wonder.
Simplicity Funerals, that is the second time, do not do that to me again.