Now that might not sound like a lot, but it's a biggie for me: when I speak to people face-to-face I can normally tell whether they have understood me or not, I can use my hands as a communication tool and they (assuming they have the minutest level of observation skills) can tell if I'm looking completely mystified myself. This all aids understanding and being understood.
I forgot to add: I do a pretty mean diagram, for when there are no words!
Obviously, given that no-one I need to call has a videophone and nor do we, a phone conversation cuts out all my favourite coping mechanisms. I don't know if it's true (or an "urban myth") that 93% of communication is non-verbal, but I know that if I avoid the telephone we get far fewer misunderstandings!
So, to have spoken with M. Mekki feels like an achievement.
I think I'm safe to leave the house, given:
- Plumber: waiting for tiles to be pointed so he can fit the bath
- Tiler: coming Wednesday to grout the floor tiles, and then who-knows-when for the faïence
- Electrician: returning Thursday to finish making good and fit the extra socket in the kitchen
- Joiner: scheduled Thursday to fit the shutters
- Plaquiste: expected tomorrow
- Builder: ditto
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