Yesterday, my mobile phone rang. On the other end, a voice sounded far away and a little unsure, but determined. She asked to speak to me as if she was reading my name of a piece of paper - say, oh, an adoption dossier. She had a foreign accent. She sounded like, say, oh, the director of an orphanage. And suddenly, with no conscious thought, my body went into 'The Call' mode. It was really weird. My heart was racing. My palms were sweating. I couldn't form a complete sentence. I took the call, even though I was in a meeting, and started to squeak.
Now, if I had engaged my brain before my body went into overdrive, I would have remembered the following:
1) My dossier is still in the UK. The director of the orphanage has not yet seen it. She is not going to call me.
2) Even if she WANTED to call me, she does not actually have my mobile telephone number.
So yeah, big surprise, it was my mobile phone provider, calling to offer a special deal, just for me, which I didn't take.
And even though I know that 1) and 2) are true, I still felt incredibly let down.
Oh well. Maybe one day.