Phone woe

Phone woe

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."

Ah. 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."

Emergency over.