Tuesday, 5 January 2010
Mr D doesn't have a working mobile phone. This is because every time he gets a new phone that works, he drops it in a puddle. He is a middle aged man who routinely drops essential items in puddles.
I try not to get annoyed.
Every time I need to communicate with him in order to make arrangements for Eldest Son, I have to ring his partners mobile phone. Occasionally she will say:
'Oh, he's got a new phone now, didn't he tell you?'
'I'll give you the number'.
I will then try repeatedly to contact him on the new number, rarely to any avail. So, feeling slightly awkward, I ring his partner again...
'Still can't get hold of him? Hmm that's odd', she'll say. 'I'll give him a shout for you':
'Hey! Mr D! Gappy's been trying to get hold of you all afternoon. Where's your phone?'
To which inevitably there'll be a muffled shout in the background:
'Think I must have dropped it'
And so on. Ad infinitum.
Like I say, I try not to get annoyed.