Icky I hate the phone. I just phoned up a lady about a freezer and left the most garbled message on her answer machine imaginable…and I got it wrong and had to phone up again. Joy! Just tried to phone my bank. Cost me £1.50 on my mobile and all I got for my trouble was musak.
They say an Englishman’s house is his castle. My house is my fort. I have intensely hostile feelings towards anyone and anything that dares impinge it, make a mess, or demand any of my time in it. Power mad? Moi?
