Last Saturday, while doing my chores (i.e. changing sheets), I sent my husband a text message. It was really a grocery list, since we agreed that he should stop by a supermarket on his way home from a lecture in Plymouth. I signed my usual “love you” at the end. He replied with “Love you too. But who is this?” I thought he was just teasing me and so sent him another reply “Very funny – Your hot lover”. After sending the last text, I quickly glanced at the clock, it was past eleven and froze. His lecture starts at eleven till two pm. So who was replying to my text message? And that’s when the penny dropped, I realised that I was exchanging I-love-yous with goodness who!
I quickly checked my husband’s details and noticed that there were two numbers saved on his contact details. What happened was, the new phone for some weird reason saved a friend’s number under my husband’s contact number. I guess it isn’t really weird, especially since that friend happens to have the same name as my husband and that friend also happens to be the dad of my daughter’s best friend F! How embarrassing is that?! Do you know that feeling of wanting the earth to open and swallow you up? At that particular moment, I wanted to pack our bags and move to Antarctica under an assumed name. Yes, I know I’m exagerating I’m just glad though that I’m also friends with F’s mum, so no worries there.
They all found it funny of course (especially my husband) – except me.
Has that happened to you? Have you ever sent a mis-sent text message? Specifically an embarrassing message (when sent to the wrong person) like “I love you” and “from your hot lover?” And the icing on the cake, accidentally send it to the dad of your daughter’s best friend?
Yep, now you agree with me, it’s not funny at all.
In other not-so-good news, I think our house-buying/selling is crumbling right before our very eyes. Our buyer seems to have disappeared into oblivion. Perhaps something embarrassing also happened to them over the weekend and they too moved to some remote-place and are now known as Mr and Mrs. Bucket (pronounced as bouquet). Anyway, we don’t know whether they’ve changed their minds or are just being cruel and want us to sweat things out a bit. To make matters worse, the owner of the house we are about to buy is getting impatient and wants to re-market his house. Can’t really blame him actually, especially since we know that he has also made an offer on a house somewhere in the midlands.
Not amusing? Certainly not!
And to top it off, I just learned that an uncle (oldest brother of my mum) who is really like a grandfather to me has been hospitalised and is now in the ICU. I am hoping that he pulls through. When you’re oceans away from your family, this is the kind of thing you wouldn’t want to hear at all.
Definitely not good news.
Do you have any lovely news to share?