my phone.
In a sleepy grumpy voice I said ”hello”.
The person on the other end of the line paused for a moment before rushing breathlessly into a lengthy speech.
"Mum, this is Susan and I'm sorry I woke you up, but I had to call because I'm going to be a little late getting home. See, Dad's car has a flat but it's not my fault. Honest! I don't know what happened. The tyre just went flat while we were inside the theatre. Please don't be mad, okay?"
Since I don't have any daughters, I knew the person had miss-dialled.
"I'm sorry dear,” I replied, "but you've reached the wrong number. I don't have a daughter named Susan."
Then there was a pause.
"Gosh, Mum," came the young woman's voice,
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