So it’s Saturday night and I’m sat on the sofa, as you do, counting down the days until Doctor Who returns.
And then up pops this text on my phone:
Now, what would you make of that?
Could it be
- that God has actually texted me, and is a big fan?
- 02 and/or iPhone are having a very strange brainfart indeed?
- the apocalypse is nigh, but I’ll be OK?
- my child has stolen my phone, changed her contact name to God and then texted me as part of a cunning (and ultimately successful) ploy to butter me up so she can get more crisps?
I’m pretty sure one of those is correct.