Planet Mad

I took my phone to the resident phone-experts (a.k.a. the sixth form in the House) and explained the situation. One took my sim-card in an attempt to retrieve my numbers, while another attacked my phone's innards with a pen, and then with a key (they're a very techically minded lot!). Neither attempt was successful. For a brief moment, the combination of dodgy repair moves and shocking language paid off, and we got it working; I managed to write down 3 numbers and it died again.

Quite how the conversation got from phones to the menopause and KY Jelly I have no idea, but it did and it was very amusing. What japes!