I'm a crank and I know I am. My mother phones me and I feel like it's Groundhog Day. She's not got dementia and isn't old btw but the conversation is the same all the time. I go to someone's house she wants to know the ins and outs and what the house looks like. I buy a dress she wants to know the make size colour cut. So on and so forth sorry but I don't understand why people want to know so much mundane detail about crap