On the Mobile

After a busy day he settled down in his train from Waterloo for a nap as
far as his destination at Winchester, when the chap sitting near him
hauled out his mobile and started up:-

"Hi darling it's Peter, I'm on
the train - yes, I know it's the 6.30 not the 4.30 but I had a long
meeting - no, not with that floozie from the typing pool, with the boss

- no darling you're the only one in my life - yes, I'm sure, cross my
heart" etc., etc. This was still going on at Wimbledon, when the young
woman opposite, driven beyond endurance, yelled at the top of her voice,

"Hey, Peter, turn that bloody phone off and come back to bed!!"

Cheers

Graham