As a quiet man from a quiet family, it does often seem strange that I married into this tribe. To me, their talk is shouting.
Often I feel moved to demand, “Stop arguing!” only to be told they’re having a perfectly civilised conversation.
Perhaps we can attribute it to deafness in the elderlies, and a lifetime chatting with neighbours over on the other side of the valley.
Even after over two decades, I’m yet to get used to the volume and tone of speech. To this day, the quiet man still reaches for ear plugs, burying his head beneath a pillow.
Blessed are the peace makers.
Last modified: 17 August 2023
