The phone rang on Saturday evening and I answered to find myself talking with someone with a strong foreign accent. Suspecting yet another of those calls from an Indian call centre, I was all set to give him a curt brush off when I finally realised that the caller was in fact one of Keith's doctors from the hospital ringing to see how he was. He was to have done the operation but, as he was ill that day, he had been replaced by a locum and now he was checking out progress.
Of course it would be unforgiveably cynical of me to entertain the thought that it could possibly be anything to do with the fact that he is hoping that Keith is going to repair his laptop and retrieve invaluable data for him.................wouldn't it?
Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
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Lol...love it! ;o)
LOL, a touch of cyniscism a Jen ;)
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