There I am, surrounded by boxes, when the phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Hello," says a husky male voice, "I was just phoning to tell you that I love you."
This isn't an unusual occurrence - Michael normally phones every day when he's away and tells me he loves me. Except the voice on the other end of the phone is not my husband's, it's a complete stranger's voice. This either means that (a) he's called the wrong number, or (b) I'm on the receiving end of a Lionel Richie moment which would be quite disturbing. Fortunately, the caller went for option (a).
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