Mum I have broken my...

[woolymonkey]

When you're worried about the accident prone Spidermonkey you sent off to Norfolk with suspected glandular fever and a friend who's re-engineered his lighter as a flame thrower, you do not want to be called out of the shower by the phone ringing. Especially not for a mechanically-voiced SMS message that begins, 'Mum, I have broken my...'

After a brief pause to allow me to succumb to heart failure, undergo CPR, and recover my sense of hearing, the message continues:
'...trumpet. Please bring my old cornet when you come to the performance. Squirrelmonkey.'

I'm still shaky from shock, but as I get dressed and rush over to school with the old cornet, am I the only one wondering, how the fuck did that happen?!?!

Comments

[amenirdis.livejournal.com]

Oh dear! I admit, I nearly have heart failure whenever her school calls. And it's usually something like "to remind you that next Wednesday is International Day" or to let me know she's gotten her shoes wet leaping in a pond and will be coming home in a spare pair of flip flops that must be returned to the school.

[woolymonkey.livejournal.com]

I'm getting better with the school calls, but I've been on red alert all week in case Spider did have glandular fever and I had to go rescue him from his camping trip. Of course, today was also the deadline for my students to submit their big end of course assessments, so the phone has been ringing a lot!