The sound of the ring of the telephone disturbed me from my listening pleasure, a very old selection of songs by Nat King Cole.

"Hello" I said.

"Hello" he said.

I didn't recognise the voice although he did sound a bit like the fellow at the corner shop.

"Are you calling from India?" I asked.

"Yes" he said.

"What is the weather like?" I asked.

"the sun is shining, it's a lovely day" he said.

"Well, it's bloody miserable here" I said, "been raining all day, good bye".

I wonder what he wanted?