I got a replacement phone through and happily was able to keep my same number.
Then I got a text to tell me I had a voice mail.
I dial the number to listen to a message beginning thus:
"You fucking bastard you ...." and much more in a similar vein.
Thanks mum, I love you too.
In her defence she was under the impression she was leaving a message for the bag thief.
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