A Man’s Home is his Castle
On Christmas Day I’d my family over for mulled cider—well, all of my family save Thomas, who’s at his future in-laws’. While they were over, he called me, and so I spoke to him, then passed the phone around the family. At the end, when my father had finished speaking with him, Dad handed the phone back to me. I’d already spoken to Thomas, so why did I get the phone again? Because it’s my home, and it’s the host’s due to finish the call if he wishes. It made a mighty big impression on me.
