Phoned Dad in Northern Ireland at 1PM today as usual. The conversation went something like this:
Dad: "Hello?"
Me: "Hi Dad, it's me. How are you?"
Dad: "It'll have to wait for another time, Lizzy."
Me: "Oh dear, what's the matter?"
Dad: (pained) "I just took my main course out of the oven." (It's 9PM his time.) "Can you call back tomorrow?"
Me: "I'll be at the dentist at 1PM tomorrow... would Tuesday do?"
Dad: "Ach, I was late... try to get Cooper (his dog) a bit for his collar. D'you know what I mean?"
Me: "A bit? What's that?"
Dad: "What?"
Me: "You're getting what for his collar?"
Dad: "Never mind. Talk to you soon."
Me: "Okay...."
Dad: "Bye." (click)
What just happened? :-)
