Rock rock rock, the telephone rock...

Phones.

Wonderful inventions, aren't they?

Unless you're trying to sleep, and the rings jerk you awake constantly. Especially when the sound of phones ringing incessantly is one of your many, many pet hates and you race out of bed to answer it. Even when Sharon is out in the front room and can answer it. And does. (Which is only fair, since most of the calls to this place are for her anyway.) I link this to my constantly being on the alert for bad news... maybe so it'll reduce the impact if I get any.

Here's a Cindy spot on The Cindy Spot to cheer you up.