Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

Get home, slink into bathroom, plant myself on toilet only to hear a hideous "CRA-A-A-CK KERRR-RUNCH" and I list alarmingly to my left.....

Yes, the base of the toilet has cracked in about four places. Thank all the gods it's not leaking. I have now called the emergency plumber and will hopefully have a new toilet later tonight, in exchange for a body part or two.

This had better NOT be an omen for the weekend :P

So I attended a Special Education Needs conference this morning, at the suggestion of FogHorn, for reasons I will discuss over the weekend. It was enlived by the following incident*:-

Conference: *important things being discussed*
Phone: *ring ring*
Conference: *important things being discussed*
Phone: *ring ring*
Conference: *frowns*
Phone: *RING RING*
Dozy Mitchy: Oh crap!! That's my phone! *dives for bag*
Bag: *hides phone*
Phone: *RING RING*
Mitchy: cottonpickin'snazzinfrazzinrazzinuselessdamnthing
Bag: *hides phone*
Mitchy: *upends bag*
Phone: *RING RING*
Caller ID: *doccy calling*
Mitchy: WHUT? But? Why..? EEEK! Maybe it's urgent! Maybe something's wrong! *visions of fire, flood, destruction, medical emergencies*
Mitchy: *hastily disconnects call*
Phone: *RING -urk!-*
Mitchy: *sends hasty text*
Mitchy: *scuttles out of hall*
Doccy's mobile: *stubbornly engaged*
Doccy's mobile: *subbornly engaged*
Doccy's mobile: *finally rings*
doccy: Hellooo!
Mitchy: You called?
doccy: Uhhh...no?
Doccy's mobile: heh heh heh
doccy: *is confused*
Mitchy: *is relieved*
Mitchy: *slinks back into conference hall*
Boss: *inquiring look*
Mitchy: 's fine, just a case of demonic possession of mobile.
Boss: ...

*The events recounted may be slightly exaggerated.