My brother stayed over recently.
In the morning before he left for work I was talking on the phone to the Princess who was about to start an exam. He had a word with her as well and wished her luck.
When I came to leave for work, could I find my phone? I could not. I hunted. I woke Michael up and phoned my phone 6 times from his. On the sixth time, my brother answered, somewhat sheepishly. He had taken my phone into his office (“I must have picked it up from the table when I was going out, it’s the same as mine” said he not at all as contritely as I would have liked).
I had to swing by his office to get it and, of course, couldn’t call him when I was outside. I was rage filled but got it back eventually. It was only when I got into work that my colleagues pointed out that I could have made everyone’s life (particularly Michael’s) a bit easier by calling myself from my work mobile. Let’s not forget who the real victim is here.
