My daughter 'Fairytale Princess' was out at a swimming lesson taken by her father 'Daddy Prince'. My son 'Stand-in Prince' was asleep in his cot.
I saw that someone had phoned my mobile and it had come up as a missed call.
It was a mobile number.
Normally I don't bother to return these calls as I think that the potential for these calling back these numbers is a minefield leading to disaster and desecration.
I dialled the number gingerly.
"This is Hadriana speaking...did you call my number earlier on?"
"Yes" a deep male voice answered.
"Can you give me some more information?" I asked thinking...Oh my God I really AM speaking to a mass murderer...What have I done!!
"Yes. I can." the deep male voice replied...at which point the penny dropped and I realised I was talking to Daddy Prince and I felt a complete and utter twiglet. (It was his new mobile number and he had actually stood in the kitchen and had rang my mobile right before my very eyes about an hour ago. I had even heard it ring upstairs.)
My daughter often calls me "Bananabrains". Spot on. Give that girl a medal.