A long drive today, all the way to Stockport as it happens, and just for a 2 hour medical meeting. The drive is hours and hours long, but this is the modern world. I do worry about the green thing, though.
On the way home I rang home to give an ETA, but found the phone wouldn't let me dial the number, insisting on connecting me with another. I glanced down at its screen (I know we shouldn't do this) and to my amazement, the number displayed was of my late son. It was in fact a number he had obtained in Australia. I couldn't help myself, and pressed connect. I listened for a short while until a voice came on the line:
"I'm sorry. This number has been disconnected"
No kidding...
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