Yesterday morning as I sat at my computer doing, uh, important things, my phone rang. But it was on the charger in the kitchen, and as it was well before eight I let it go to voicemail. Probably some bozo who doesn't know what he wants anyway, thought I.
Okay, I didn't exactly think 'some bozo', but this is a family blog.
After a minute I decided I should check the phone as it might be someone I actually did care to talk to. Turns out it was me brother Phil. Just some bozo after all, see?
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