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.
I love hearing about your brother
I love hearing about your brother
Your blog is being sticky with me
Oh dear re blog. It’s a bit of a pain still. Sigh.
I hesitate to say…but I arrived at work one day to find I had picked up my beloved’s phone as well as my own.
In my defence, we do have the same phone and he had left his on the table by my work laptop…I just didn’t notice I had two phones.
Next problem..how to message him to tell him where his phone was (I used an adult child as a messaging device)
Adult children are good for that but my experience is that they don’t enjoy it much. I bet you were properly contrite unlike my brother.