I've a vague feeling this has happened before. It happened again tonight. First-Born and I were enjoying supper having been to the local cinema to see the new Wallace And Gromit film (excellent, by the way. Although the homage-ometer was going into overdrive by the end of it.)
The phone rang. The CallerID was 'witheld' Expecting another Ex rant or psychotic stalker 'brief encounter' date, I gingerly answered it.
Caller: "Hello sir! I hope you don't mind me calling you this evening, but I wanted to tell you about a fantastic deal we have on home improvements!"
Me: "Uh huh?"
Caller: "Yes, we're looking for properties in your area to be show homes for our range of stylish, yet affordable conservatories"
I decided to play along. The caller could barely believe his luck as I signed up for a site visit, a site survey and explained that my property could certainly use the extra space an extension would provide.
Keith (for that was his name) eventually got around to asking me for my address. Doubtless he was calculating his commission.
I began: "Flat 7..."
Keith interrupted: "Sir, you live in a flat?"
Me: "Yes, the top floor. Will that be a problem?"
Keith hung up.
