wrong numbers...

so i'm sitting in the car waiting for the kids (you have no idea how much of the day i spend doing this at one venue or another) and my phone rings and lo and behold if it isn't the lovely lindy. what a treat! and not only that but lindy sounding as happy as a pig in bendigo (this is a local saying: i don't know what it means. please donn't ask me. for all i know it may be deeply ironic and have nothing to do with either happiness or pigs but frankly that's neither here nor there.) THE POINT IS: it was so lovely to hear from her i don't even care that I was a wrong number. in fact being wrong is sometimes as much fun as being right.