My mother gets quite a lot of nuisance marketing calls as she has never got round to registering her number for the telephone preferencing service. She is nearly 80 years old and getting out of the chair is an effort, so when the phone went this evening she reluctantly got up and picked it up. She heard a man's voice.
Hello..
Hello..she answered, cautiously, expecting a sales pitch.
Well have you got your knickers on now?
She was a little shocked
Who's calling? she asked.
John, the gardener
John, the gardener??
Oh my God.. I think I've got the wrong number. He said with acute embarrassment in his voice
Yes you have! Goodbye!! and with that she hung up!
A blog about living in rural France, and currently surviving through the coronavirus times.
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we got the preferencing thingy recently, and it really does help, but might not have with this one!
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