"I have to report that retirement party preparations are now well underway...."
The impersonal rattle of my vintage telephone interrupts rudely, as it always does.
"Hello, yes, its me...yes...oh...oh...yes...oh...ah...ok..thanks...bye."
Click, tinkle.
"It seems that I have run out of money and need to sell a few more than the two."
Flushes and, hesitantly, wanders away...
Private critique - full of course!