I have been waiting for the planets to align and the hours to match up so that I can ring Giovanna to exclaim and plot about my surprise visitors.
The phone wasn't in its cradle so I asked CK if he knew where it might be. Mockingly, he suggested outside, I rolled my eyes and listened for the homing beep. With a sinking heart I opened the front door. The beep got louder.
Did I mention we had a MAHOOSIVE lightning, thunder and rainstorm here tonight?
Trash Can Do Anything! (The not-so-secret diary of life and stuff in a hilltop town.)
"Oh sh*t" springs to mind....
ReplyDeleteI would consider it a good sign if it was still beeping though. Hot water cupboard does wonders for wet phones by the way!
ReplyDeleteAnd you thought leaving the phone in the oven was crazy...
ReplyDeleteOh, argh. Reminds me of the time I put my mobile through the washing machine ...
ReplyDeleteOh deary me!
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