Me and my mobile phone have a love/hate relationship. I love the fact that I can get in touch with people anytime I want, and I hate the fact other people can get in touch with me whenever they want. It's useful, and I would be lost without it, but people bother me! You can switch it off, of course, but them messages are still there waiting for you when you switch it on again. Now some people abuse the right they have to get in touch with me all the time, and mither me at every opportunity they can. Other people don't even understand how to send a text message. My Mum is the biggest abuser of my phone. Why I gave her my number I will never know. I was in my bedroom the other day, and she phoned me to find out where I was, she was only downstairs. I think that is old age more than anything, bless her. Anyway, my phone was turned off today, because I was going through the usual abuse. My friends for the most part have office jobs, and a phone to abuse. So when they can't contact me through e-mail. They phone. Sometimes I don't mind, but by the tenth call of the day, and they're only telling me what they had for lunch, it starts to annoy me. So I switched my phone off, did a few things, and then turned it back on. My annoying tone went off to let me know I had a voicemail. I swear that tone was made to torture me. So I clicked on the message, and I heard them words I dread to hear....
" Sally, it's your Mum ( I pause in the street, wondering what tripe she's going to tell me)......(silence, thinking maybe that was it, no such luck!) ...what is the point of having a mobile phone if you never have it on....I hate these answer machines (They don't like you much either Mum!)...Where are you? ( She actually pauses like I'm going to answer here)....well I'm guessing you will be home soon, not that you EVER tell me where you're going to be, I was just wondering if you could knock before you come in the house, don't just use you key to come in ( there's another pause) me and your Dad are....( I'm thinking pleaseeeeeeee don't finish that sentence, I will have to go to therapy!) well anyway, knock sweety, Love you! ( I think I heard my dad in the background telling her to hurry up)"
I don't know which I hate more, my mobile phone, or the thought of.....oh I can't even say it *shudder*. I didn't return home till I phoned and made sure it was well and truely safe!