This afternoon I was knitting and watching the episode of Medium which I had recorded on Thursday. It's a good thing I often record TV to watch later. I don't know how many times I've had to hit rewind because I've just realised I missed something important. And then as soon as I decide I have rewound enough and hit play again, I automatically look straight down at that tricky section of my knitting which distracted me in the first place, and miss the exact same bit of the show again.
So, during this episode of Medium, I got to this scene where Alison and her husband are discussing something in bed (anyone who has ever watched this show will know that this describes a good 25% of any given episode) and there was a phone ringing. I though, ok, they're just deep in discussion but one of them will grab that phone any second now. But no, the show just shifted to the next scene.
I was so puzzled by this that I rewound to watch it again. And there was no phone ringing. It dawned on me that it must have been MY phone, in my house. Sitting on the table right in front of me. And the best part?
I was actually expecting a call. (she reached me on the mobile).
The only thing I can offer slightly in my defense is that I'm sure something has changed in the sound of the phone - possibly it's just been turned down - in the last week or so since we have been changing things around attempting to get a broadband modem running.