What a day!

You have no idea what I have to cope with, never a moment's peace. Always ready to hear another sob story, share a joke, arrange this, sort that, take a message. Any way she wants me to be, I am.

Every now and then I get my own back and don't squeak about the juice shortage. Off I go again, getting her attention with my digital tones. I allow them half a sentence and then I'm dead - zippo, nothing.

Does it bother her? No. She reaches for that non-curvaceous rectangular thing and dumps me. I wouldn't mind so much if only it didn't ring out like my dear, departed Grandma.

But I keep on smiling. You have to, don't you?