The phone rang at 2.30 in the morning. I tumbled out of bed, thinking, "so who's died this time?", ran the length of the splintery landing in my bare naked feet and got a pre-recorded salesman, voice like autumn sunshine, saying, "this call will cost you nothing..."
I should freaking well hope not!
After that we couldn't sleep. So we went downstairs, made a hot drink and watched an Open University programme about John Philip Sousa.