BT Hotline?

This has nothing to do with life in Switzerland or my writing career but I thought it was worth recounting.

My 14 year old nephew Myles was knocked out playing Rugby on Sunday.  Heavily concussed, he was taken to the Emergency Unit where he vomited and collapsed (!) then had to wait for an hour before anyone saw him.  I called Monday night to see how he was getting on but as sometimes these things happen he must have picked up the phone just as I got through.

Me:  “Hello?”

Gruff adolescent voice (Myles) “Is that the BT Hotline?”  

Me: hesitatingly “…Yes.”  (Always on for a laugh).

“I’ve got this blah blah box and it doesn’t work.”

Me: imitating kind BT voice “Why doesn’t it work?”

 ”I dunno.”

“What do you mean?”  Stifling a giggle.

“I dunno why it doesn’t work.” 

“You’ve got short blond hair haven’t you and spend hours on the computer?”

“er………….yeah, er… maybe.”

Me: unkind perverted BT voice “I can see you, you know we have cameras in the computers.”

Heavy pause.   “Really?”

This is where I lost it and got what the French call a fou rire. 

“Myles it’s, Aunty Julie!!!!!!!” I finally spluttered.

“Oh, Fank god for that, that was weird.”

Obviously as you can see Myles is much better now although we have to work on the adjectives.