something, how do you sleep at night?’
It all started off so well, the phone rang, I answered and a very polite gentleman said
‘Good afternoon Ma’am!’
That put my back up to start as for years I had to call certain women Ma’am!
‘Good afternoon!’ my cagey reply.
‘How are you today?’
‘Very well thank you!’ by now my dander was inflating at speed as deep inside I just knew exactly where this was going.
‘I am phoning from BT about your broadband!’
Here we go, here we go thought I.
The acoustics in the Orangery are very good added to which after years of public speaking I do have a commanding voice...
‘Let me ask you something!’
All going well so far, I’m sure he thought.
‘How well do you sleep at night after your day’s work of conning innocent people out of their hard earned life savings?’
Surprisingly the line stayed open, the plug wasn’t pulled, giving me chance to say...
‘When you climb into bed, last thing at night what thoughts go through your head as you drift off? Do you feel guilt at the turmoil you have caused in peoples’ lives?’
He was listening of that I am sure. I put the phone down thinking maybe, just maybe?