We like to embrace modern technology here in Belgium so we decided to buy a tele phone. It sits in the corner and rarely gets used but it's handy for ordering pizza from the local Italian resturant. I have a love/ hate relationship with the telephone because on the one hand I can order food with it, but on the other hand everytime I answer a phone call it could be someone I can't understand on the other end. We get an awful lot of wrong numbers. Yesterday, the phone rang and expecting my fiance I answered it with a "hello" rather than a "met Mike"(my telephone conversations usually go rapidly downhill after "met Mike"). I haven't been able to find any figures for the number of British people living in Belgium but I would imagine it's around 27...maybe a tad more. So imagine my surprise when the person on the other end of the phone said "hello, am I speaking to Mr Henderson of Rommel?". Imagine her surprise when I said no! I could picture her on the other end of the line thinking to herself, "you bloody liar!", reverse the situation and imagine someone in England wanting to speak to a Mr Janssens and gets a wrong number but with a Dutch speaking person on the other end of the line! The chances must be very slim indeed.
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