“Ellen, ist that you?” I asked after someone answered what I assumed to be Ellen’s mobile. Over the past few days it was impossible to get either Ellen or Nicole on their home phone despite trying repeatedly.
“Yes, speaking. Hi, Kim. I’m quite glad that you ring me on my mobile.”, Ellen replied.
“It was impossible to get you on your home phone. Where on earth are you?”
“At home”, Ellen started “our home phone is just broken. It fell into the garden pond.”
“It fell into the garden pond?!”, I occasionally doubt either my hearing or my sanity. Sometimes I doubt both. How on earth can a wireless home phone fall into a garden pond?
“I answered a call in the garden and spotted that the stones around the pond were incredibly dirty. So after I hung up I started working around the pond with the phone in my pocket and then the phone must have somehow fallen into the pond. When I finally had the phone fished out it wasn’t working any longer.”
“Ellen, does it really surprise you that the water destroyed the phone?!”
I’m certain that Ellen & Nicole appreciate that none of the fish phoned Australia while the phone was underwater.