Let me preface this post by drawing your attention to its title. And also by saying Mr Soup and I are both sick. He has a shocking cold and sounds all stuffed up; I have a nasty cough and my voice is all deep and husky like.
Scene: Our house. 1.20 pm, Friday.
The phone rings. I answer it.
Man: Hello. Is that Jane?
Me (politely): No, I'm sorry. What number did you ring?
Man: Um, I don't have it in front of me right now. I'm after Jane Smith.
Me: No, no Jane here. I think you have the wrong number.
Man: Sorry to trouble you. Bye.
Me: That's alright. Goodbye.
I hang up and go about my business for, oh, thirty seconds.
The phone rings again. I answer it.
It's my husband.
He says Did I just ring you?!