Telling Pone

[ailbhe]

This morning, before we went to Janice's (see last entry), I noticed that my phone had vanished. I got Rob to call it and Dave and I wandered through the house trying to hear it ringing. Then Rob said "Someone answered!"

He heard a sleepy voice saying "This isn't my phone!" (subtext: where did this come from? I'm confused!) and explained that no, it wasn't the speaker's phone; he was phoning it to determine its location and would like to retrieve it. She told him that she'd be in Reading town centre later and would call to arrange to meet him and hand it over.

He has just walked into town to collect it. The plan is that he buys the poor bemused woman a drink as a thank-you, and maybe picks up a film on the way home. She was handed it by the taxi driver, who thought she had dropped it, and took it without thinking as she got out of the cab. Rob woke her this morning to a very confusing situation; the impulse to answer a ringing phone is obviously strongly ingrained in some people!