Perfect End To A Perfect Week...

Ring, Ring... Ring, Ring...

Neil: "Hello?"
Mother: "Eh... hello... Alastair?" (Alastair is my sister Rona's husband. They live in England.)
Neil: "No, it's Neil."
Mother: "Neil? Neil who? Oh... NEIL? What are you doing down there at Rona's?"
Neil: "I'm not, I'm at home in my own living room."
Mother: "So is Rona there?"
Neil *sweet Jesus*: "No. I think you've dialled the WRONG NUMBER."
Mother: "Aah, right. But I know I pressed speed-dial no.3 and I haven't spoken to her in a while so I was hoping to..."
Neil: "WHOA, WHOA, WHOA... back the heck up there a second Fiona. Am I hearing that right? Did you just say that my telephone number is now number three on your speed-dial? THREE? What the f..."
Mother: "Sorry... you're breaking up... I'm going into a tunnel..."

Click.