Asbestos ... Ah Best Not!

Earlier today, I scrambled home from work via shank's pony for some lunch.

I was in the process of anticipating a yummy bite ... when the phone rang.

My Mother-In-Law was the caller. She informed us that she'd won a gold medal in a long distance walking race, held in Hamilton (our soon to be city of residence). Great news.

Nearly ten minutes after that phone call, the peace was shattered once again by the sound of the phone ringing.

This time, the caller was some guy who claimed that our insurance company had arranged for his outfit to remove asbestos from our lounge. After a minor palpitation, I queried him on whether he had the right address. He was meant to contact some unfortunate house holder in Balclutha.

Just one more word ... whew!