At about 8.30 this morning, while I am half asleep, my phone rings (the one in my room). I think to myself "Oh, that's ok, I'm ringing it from my mobile" (for some strange and unknown reason - I'm not, I'm asleep at the time), I leave it, the answer phone picks it up, I think nothing more of it. It rings again, I still don't get up. And then the doorbell rings. It's the BT Engineer, who tried to ring me this morning. He has come to fix my phone line - I have had overhearing on it ever since it was installed, and this is the third time I've reported the fault, so I thought I'd get them to come out this time. So I throw on some clothes and point him at my phone line. 3 hours later, he has replaced nearly all of the cable from me to the exchange, yay!

So I pick up the phone now, just out of interest, since I've heard her talking at this time in the past. And yep, there she is. Talking to her husband, who will be back a bit late tonight. I wonder what her daughter Lisa will think? Or her mother, who supports Chelsea. All I want is her phone number so I can tell BT to sort it out, but no, instead I get her bra size when she's ordering lingerie. What a joke.

And while on the subject of bra sizes, I have noticed some concern over the 'radiac' wallpaper; in particular, why I am wearing a bikini. It's a long funny story, but the short version which nobody will get is that I was drawing pictures of everyone on a certain talker for them to use as wallpaper. For all of their pictures, I just changed the name written next to them, but when it got to me, I drew on glasses, a moustache, and a bikini. It was funny, but I guess you had to be there...