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If I start to tell her what I've been doing, she interrupts with more yak about herself.
I've just had a 45-minute conversation with her in which she talked about herself barely pausing for breath, and in which I deliberately volunteered no information at all about what I've been up to, to see if she'd ask. She didn't.
Those are the kind of people who call five times a day about their (divorce, dying parent, medical problem) and you think of them as a friend until your (divorce, dying parent, medical problem) comes along and they are all "mmm hmm, gotta run."
When George died she left a message saying how sorry she was to hear about "Bob's death".