Like most people I have a phone to keep in contact with family, friends and organisations with whom I have legitimate business: not so strange people can call to inform, sell to or defraud me.
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My father's life is drawing gently and oh so slowly to a close.
He's 94 so it is neither a tragedy nor a surprise, but it does mean that for the past few days I've been waiting for "the phonecall".
Which means I’m very unsettled and giving cold calls even shorter shrift than usual.
Today 'Kevin' called (are they all called Kevin?) asking
"Herro, am I speaking to Miss Brenda Boyed?"
On hearing his accent my first thought was
"If his mother called him Kevin then I'm Madame Chiang Kai-shek" (google her)
and the call went along the lines of:
No reply
"OK, let's put it like this. Who supplies me with my internet connection?"
Click burrrr
He should really have known by my tone of voice at the first question that he wasn't on to a winner.
It was an attempted scam by the way ...
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