• Thanks for the comments. Rosy -- I look at this sort of social conversation as a healthful thing for mind and body. When engaging absolute strangers in an extended conversation there is less talk of politics, religion or hip-replacements. I think we crave social interaction of this sort. I've always been a writer and therefore a spectator and listener and less of a talker but living solo for the last ten years has changed that somewhat. Stephen -- yes I think there is a civilizing effect if the topic and direction allows it. There are social divides that get in the way but, with any luck, the uncivilized conversations are rare. Sometimes, among the people you know, there are topics that you have to avoid.

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Thanks, Di.
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