The strangest thing happened yesterday that truly had me having visions of myself appearing in"Pick Me Up" magazine or similar trash under the title "I left my husband and child for my REAL love - a mis-dialled number brought us together" or similar.
Before I start, I must add at this point, that I have NO intention of leaving Mike and Alfie for anyone, but someone might if this happened to them.
Yesterday my friend Gail had her baby (boy, 8lb 11oz, Joseph, for those interested) and I found out through a text I received at lunchtime at work. So, I duly informed those I was responsible for informing, ie Mike, my sister and my friends Nicola and Debbie, by text. Now I have two numbers in my phone for Debi for some reason, so, not knowing which was the one that worked, I texted both. Within a few minutes, I received texts back from all four of them, saying"great, how lovely etc". A couple of minutes after that, I recieved ANOTHER text from Debi, this time from the other phone, saying: "Is this your new number" so I texted back saying "Yes."(it's relatively new, so...) and then "are you texting me from your new phone and your old phone?".
The texts progressed as below:
"Debi": I am getting some new sofas in June, what do you want me to do with yours, I also have some post for you." WTF?
Me: Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about?
"Debi": Who is this?
At this point, I realised that I had inadvertently sent a text to the wrong person, and her number must have been reallocated, so:
Me: My names Zoe and I think I have texted you by mistake, when passing on baby birth news. Sorry.
Strange person: Unless of course, this is fate...
At this point, we all went a bit crazy in the staffroom as they had been following what was going on - a bit half heartedly until this point. Eventually I sent a text back (after some discussion)
Me: That depends on your gender
Now, I know that this is a bit naughty, but what the hell
Him: I'm a 6'4" male, 26, look a bit like Orlando Bloom
??? Hello!!!??? I'm not daft, I've been hanging around in cyberspace for long enough, people are not who they present themselves as being, most likely 5'4", 46, look a bit like Danny DeVito. Anyway, the staffroom erupted at this stage, so I texted back
Me: Oh really, and elf then?
Him: No sweetheart, elves don't exist...
At this point, I had to make a decision, and I decided to kick this into touch
Me: Oh well, not fate then as I've been waiting all my life for a 6'4" elf. I also think that if you're 26, I might be a little bit too old for you.
Didn't hear anything back from him after that. I'm aware that written down this looks a bit lame,but it was actually quite exciting! Plus, the purpose of this blog is primarily to keep a journal of my life for me, and I want to have this memory. My readers, lovely as they are, have to put up with some inane wittering every now and then!