I get to my door, and as I’m fumbling with the key in the dark, my phone goes beserk. One message after another piles in, for 30 seconds easily, the tone going into parallel play mode, which, for that little phone’s electrical heart? nup.
Oh. I see.
It appears 3 was, uh, helpfully holding my messages while I was on, uh, “holiday”. Sorry to Kirsty, Peter, Fay & Fiona for appearing to totally ignore SMS, it wasn’t my fault!
I was wondering why you were being such a snobby lil’ bit…I mean, I completely understand now that you’ve explained it. I figured you were spending time with the family and didn’t think about looking at your phone. =D