Okay, now I've heard it all.
Stuart (hubby) decided to take the basket of dry washing upstairs and put it away, while I was making dinner. Got as far as the living room door and then came back to sheepishly pick up his mobile phone from his desk. "Just in case I get a call while I'm upstairs..."
Sometimes, I think that thing needs to be glued to his hand.
LabRat
(who hates mobiles and refuses to have one and is amazed that people can't seem to use them the way we always used land lines - if you miss a call, they'll call back if it was important! And if you're doing something important when the phone rings, ignore it! <g>)
