My (mobile/cellular) phone woke me up yesterday morning and I discovered that it was my mother calling and strangely concerned with my whereabouts. The whereabouts of an adult who hasn’t lived at home for several years now.
The conversation kicked off as following:
“ARE YOU IN ENGLAND???” my mum asked highly concerned.
“Yes?” Fear gripped me. Something terrible like a terrorist attack must have happened. I switched on my computer and rushed to the window to discover that the small street my window oversees was just rainy but quiet.
“We’ve got a problem” continued my mother. A terror attack in England and she feared that one of her friends visiting England may have fallen victim to it and she wants me to find out more?
My heart sank further.
“We’re here at the airport – and we can’t find our way to the hotel.”
“What?” now I was confused.
“We’re standing here at the airport and we can’t find our way to the hotel” mum repeated.
“ah, ok. What did the lady or the gentleman at the information desk tell you?” I wondered.
“Oh, we haven’t asked there.” she replied “I thought you could maybe help us.”
Yes, indeed I could. As I was already online it was rather quick to find directions on the internet and provide my parents with directions. Though can anyone help me understand why anyone would prefer phoning a person being miles away instead of asking at the information in the airport building?
I just hope that they will bring me something nice from their holiday or at least send me a post card.