my ruined morning

I've been working flat out the last couple of weeks. Going in at 7.30 am and coming home around 8.30 pm. To say I'm tired would be the understatement of the year. Nor does it help that I've been very poorly too.

Yesterday (Friday) I met up with my brother after work. We went for at coffee and he gave me a dvd and some food before we said goodbye, bless him. I went straight home, put my dvd on and enjoyed the luxury of not having to cook tea. Then I woke up, four hours later, turned the telly off swapped my settee for my bed. I hadn't even finished the food that my brother had given me, just passed out there in my settee - exhausted.

Early the following morning I got woken by the phone ringing. Still asleep I answered, whereas a woman said
Hello miss Marple, it's mrs. Fisher

I knew I should know a lady named mrs. Fisher, so I tried to sound polite and happy when I said hello back. However, then she started talking about coming to see me at work and could she perhaps come a bit earlier than the time I'd given her on Monday?

I said of course she could, whereas she said
Ok, thank you, now you can go back to sleep.

Then I woke up. Understood the whole conversation.

You see, I'm in the midst of a lot of customer meetings at work. This woman was a client of mine. And she had phoned me at home! On a Saturday morning on my private landline to my private address. On my phone number which is withheld and not listed in the phonebook!

The cheek!!! I was fuming. What an old cow. Oh, and did I mention her name is mrs. Fisher? (In case she reads this or any of you know her. Tell her she violated every bloody sense of privacy there is). It's like me phoning my doctor at his home on a Saturday morning to ask if I could change my appointment. It's just so outrageously thick!

I'm seriously thinking of phoning her at 3 am one morning next week, wake her up and say
Hello mrs. Fisher, it's miss Marple. I just wanted to know if you enjoyed our meeting. Now you can go back to sleep.

I should, shouldn't I?