I got a text message from Pooks last night to say how much she was enjoying the Disney Parade and all the sparkles that go with it. Sparkle mad that woman. Well to be honest she could have sent it anytime between Saturday and last night as I’d not switched my mobile on until then.

I’ve never got into the mobile phone race; I only switched it on last night because Himself wanted to know why I hadn’t answered his call when I was in Tesco. I told him that if he thought for one moment that I was going to turn into one of those hassled housewives that do their shopping with a mobile glued to their ear receiving information on what or not their family members demand they buy, he could bloody well think again.

He knows me too well does my husband. He gave me a ‘Look’ and said ‘you didn’t have it with you, did you?’ Well as it happens, I didn’t – it was by the side of the bed still attached to the charger. I’d put it there Saturday afternoon when I’d finished texting Tracy.

That didn’t go down too well; my mobile has always been a bone of contention between the two of us. He’s under the impression that I should always carry it with me in case I breakdown somewhere, a safety precaution. And I don’t think I need a mobile at all.

I gave my works mobile back a month ago now – I got fed up with getting calls on my days off asking that I sign an urgent cheque. The mobile was for when I got called out for the alarm at night – but I could use it for personal use as well. A perk of the job – considering I never really use mobiles I didn’t view the constant calls from work when I was trying to have a lie in much of a perk. Hence it went back and I claimed the £10 mobile phone allowance instead. I only gave my manager my number and she knows how I feel about calls on my day off.

Himself insisted at the time that we buy another mobile for me. He’s convinced that I’m going to run out of petrol down some dark lonely lane - I’ve promised him that I won’t molest anyone if I do, but he won’t listen. I can’t say I’ve got the hang of the new mobile yet – I’ve half-heartedly entered some of mobile numbers into it, but haven’t read the handbook or changed the ring tone to one loud enough to hear.

So it came as no surprise when I did switch it on to receive a message with the caller not identified. The message was a bit strange too. ‘What day r u back from wedding.’ There was no name so I’d not a clue who it was off. Never mind, I could cope with that - I’d just reply to the number with the original message included.

As I’ve said I’m no phone wizard – I replied all right, I just didn’t add my message to the original one, the stupid phone just sent it. So I tried again, this time I got it right and asked who the message was from.

In the meantime, in a galaxy far, far, away…..Tracy who was at work, received a text message from me asking her when she was travelling back from the wedding. What the hell was I on about now? She’s already spoken to me about that – they’d not thought they’d be able to attend as her husband is off work with a bad back. But she’d pulled strings and sorted it out, which had pleased me no end as she’s the closest I personally would have to family attending. The only child thing raises its head again.

Best text me back as I'd asked after all: ‘The same day as you, you daft biddy.’

Two minutes after she’d sent me that message, she received the original one again with the ‘who sent me this?’ added.

Convinced now that I’d totally lost the plot she decided to ring me. Of course I’ve received her returned text message in the meantime and I’m still none the wiser as to who had sent it me, God forbid they add their name at the bottom. And after all, most of Himself’s family are going to the wedding, it could be anyone. Best just ring the number and find out.

Three times we both tried to ring each other over the next 15 minutes and each time we both got the lady telling us the other person was currently on a call. When she eventually managed to get through she denied all knowledge of texting me first and I’ll be honest I thought I’d got her number entered in the mobile so her name should have come up instead of that number. So who the hell sent me the text?

She had. On Saturday.

The penny dropped eventually, she’d sent it from the travel agents when she was booking, she wanted the same flights as us. She couldn’t believe I’d only just bothered to answered it – she could have still been sat there waiting for my reply. Some bloody friend I was!

Well, at least I could remember the text messages I sent people – just what sort of numpty was she? See, it’s not just Pooks that I insult.

And I’ve just looked in my bag, I’ve still managed to come to work without it this morning, it’s on the arm of the settee.

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Still excited btw.