Telephones

Telephones - I'm not too good with them. I guess a lot of people could tell you that anyway, but I'm really not, and I dislike them, too - whatever happened to letter writing, sticking to agreements (like, i'm gonna meet you at such-and-such a time) or just doing the work cos it's a) enjoyable and b) got to be done - not watching the clock?

I'm reminded of all this as the phone just rang and I couldn't figure out how to answer it. Ha! It had rung yesterday and I'd assumed the battery hadn't charged properly because the phone might have been askew on the stand. Turns out, it wasn't charged again today, either, which prompted me to start pressing buttons at random. And, lo! It works.

But I missed the call. Nevermind, surely just one of those telesales people from a call centre in India. I did last caller id just in case, and was surprised to find a local number. Mysteriouser and mysteriouser, said Alice as she fell through the foxes warren (I paraphrase horrendously). Oh, time to stop - much to consider before I travel again, and time is drawing near. Get on the blower and announce it!