I was thinking the other day that there aren’t many phone numbers I actually remember – most are programmed in to my mobile (I’m showing my age just by calling it that – my kids would call it phone without thinking of any other sort of phone!) and so I don’t need to know them.
So – if I lost my mobile – who would I be able to call (aside from the emergency services, the speaking clock and directory enquiries):
- My husband’s mobile. One of the very few numbers I actually remember – probably from calling it quite so much. Let’s face it – he probably wouldn’t answer it as he’d be busy on another call – the kids even know the voicemail spiel off by heart from hearing it so much.
- Our landline. Admittedly that would freak everyone out! The only people who phone the home phone are my Nan or cold callers. Or other household members and the call usually starts with ‘why haven’t you picked up your mobile?’
- My parents. They’ve lived in the same house since before I was 2 – and had the same number I’m guessing from when they moved in. They answer the phone with the last 4 digits of the number – which used to be ‘a thing’ – but I’m not so sure is now? Back in the day the neighbours all had very similar numbers. I clearly remember once mis-dialling the last digit when trying to call my folks and then realising I was talking to Auntie Val from down the road!! Once, when my best friend from school had actually lost her mobile (not hypothetically for a blog post) she managed to get in touch with me as she also remembered my parents number from our youth!
- My best friend from school. The aforementioned friend has lived in the French Alps for the last 15 years – and when she first moved there I had this fancy calling account that meant it was cheaper than just using the landline. However, this meant I had to dial a number first before putting in her number, so it couldn’t be programmed in to the phone. Consequently I remember all 13 digits of her phone number off by heart – similar to knowing my credit card number off by heart too. Although, in both instances, I can only do the number in one go – if I pause in the middle it completely throws me!
- My middle sister. In a similar vein to 4, my sister has lived in Munich for many years – and so I’ve memorised her number too. There’s been the odd time I’ve had fat fingers and miskeyed the number and ended up talking to a random German – but generally I get it right!
- The office number. Now this comes with a disclaimer. I can remember the number that we give out publicly and is on all of our headed paper etc. but when we moved offices 5 years ago we changed exchanges within Birmingham and so couldn’t move our number across. But – we didn’t want to change the number all of our customers and staff knew – so it gets forwarded every time someone calls it to a new local Kings Norton number. I have that number saved into my phone for when I call the office (as it’s cheaper!) but don’t know the direct number at all!
- My Nan. Nan has had the same number as long as I can remember – I suspect as long as she’s had a phone in her home, and it’s moved with her over the years (she’s clearly lived in the same Birmingham exchange all that time). Although it if was an emergency and I’d lost my phone I’m not sure my almost 89 year old Nan would be my immediate source of assistance! And we won’t even mention Nan’s own mobile…….
- The doctors’ surgery. Our doctors are great – but getting through to them at 8am for a same day appointment is impossible. I tend to use the landline on ringback – but at the same time keep pressing redial on my mobile, sometimes in excess of 100 times. I might not have to physically key in the digits each time – but the number is burned on to my retinas from looking at it so much.
- My best friend from work in the 90s. She – like me – has had the same mobile number since we started working together in the mid 90s – it has therefore been used MANY MANY times in the last 20+ years. Our teenage daughters are friends now – but clearly they’d iMessage or use social media to contact each other, nothing so retro as actually CALLING each other!
- Number 9’s husband’s mobile. Now admittedly this is not quite as weird as it sounds – as he and I worked together lots in the 90s too – surviving some audits on pretty much caffeine and Haribo. For some reason his mobile number would also be one I’d remember in a crisis. And he has been known to be my knight in shining armour in the past – and this story probably needs to be recorded on my blog as it’s been told many time!! I’d been out for dinner with them both and came home to find my front door unlocked. At the time I lived on my own and it was pitch black. So lovely friend’s lovely husband picked up his weapon of choice (a squash racket from the boot of his car) and came into the house with me to check for intruders. We searched the house and there was no sign of anything remiss – until I went in to the kitchen and found an ENORMOUS bouquet of flowers. My now husband had not long had a key to my house, and whilst I’d been out with friends he’d let himself in to deliver me some flowers. He’d just not realised my front door needed to be manually locked when you left. Needless to say the phonecall to ‘thank’ him for the flowers also included some expletives….
So there you go – my ‘squad’ if I needed to make my one phone call from jail or such like!!
Apologies to my littlest sister and any friend I’ve made since 1996 – but at least you’re off the hook for bailing me out!!