Normally quite annoying really – now and then you get some angry person and you find yourself apologising for THEM dialling a wrong number…sigh.

This morning at work though I took a call from some Irish guy asking for Ray.

“No Ray works here…sorry.” says I.
“Are you sure?” says Irish guy (IG)
“100%,” I reply.
“Who are you again?” says IG
“RHE” says I.
“Oh…and what do you do there then?”
“We supply, repair and test aircraft jacks.” I reply.
“Oh do you? I bet that’s a good payer.” he comes back with.

(At this point my mobile started ringing but being the polite guy that I am, I can’t answer it or be rude and hang up on IG so I put it on the other side of the desk and let it ring).

“Well, not too bad.” I answer.
“So you’re mechanics then?” IG asks.
“More like hydraulic engineers.” I reply.
“Sounds marvellous.” he says, “Well, I must be going – nice talking to you…”
“No problem” says I and hang up.

Totally surreal experience, but so much better than the Hell that was yesterday morning (I hate Mondays with a vengeance).

When Corina got in, I told her about my wrong number, she had a giggle then told me about her taxi driver fiasco of this morning where the taxi driver parked his car about 500 yards away from her house then went looking for the house on foot…this meant when Corina called the office looking for her taxi, they couldn’t get hold of the driver ‘cos he’d gone walkabout…

And now I’m hungry and I’ve already eaten my lunch