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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I was at university in Scotland between September 1973 and December 1977.
Bang in the middle of that time, a song was released by Steve Harley and
Coc...
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That's actually kind of sweet. In a rather disturbing way.
Bless 'er! No greater love hath a woman for her daughter than to ring the number of a recently stolen mobile and leave a shitload of verbal abuse for the thief.
Nice one, J.J.'s mum.
Do we get the full transcript?
superb - simply superb!
Oh, Mum, I didn't know you could sound like that!
Ah, mum's! Who else will fight our corner in a cruel hard world? Don't forget to buy her flowers next week and write a suitable message on the card...
That is absolutely priceless. Total gem.
Great story! I hope you have had some sucess sorting everything out?
Thanks to all...my mum is a one off.
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