The wife rang my office number in something of a frenzy.
"Why didn't you call me back?" she demanded, "I left an urgent message half an hour ago."
"I didn't get no steenkin' message," I protested, raising further ire from my beloved.
"I left it with Kevin."
I had deleted a cryptically blank e-mail with (and I quote) "ere u O ur missus" in the subject line not ten minutes previously.
I had assumed, and not without reason, that he was doing a rather poor text-based impression of Frankie Howard, and deleted it.
"It's the 'O'," said Kevin, "It means 'ring'."
"I beg to differ, it means you're a nob."