What a strange dream . . . I'm on a plane with M**** (not sure where to or where from), when this little girl comes up to us, speaking some kind of Scandinavian language (or it could have been Dutch). Only, erm, she wasn't so much a little girl, but more a miniature head with a pair of feet attached at the bottom. She carried on blabbering away, smiling, but neither of us could understand a word she was saying. I muttered something to M**** and the 'girl' must have heard, for her expression dropped . . . she became worried and then started speaking in English but was plainly keen to get away as fast as possible. I answered her question and then she scuttled off as first as possible. M**** and I watched her run off down towards the front of the plane; this looked extremely dangerous, as she was only about 10cm tall and they were people moving around all over the place.

Then later that day . . .

The mystery of the strange phone calls now solved . . . They rang again today, at 19:36 . . . and all it was, was this woman telling me I had 'won' some kind of mobile phone and a contract with T-Mobile (lucky me), 750 'free' minutes (or something like that), maybe some 'free' text messages and, erm . . . well, would you be interested? No, but tell me, how much would I be paying for this? Well, it's a minimum twelve month contract and will cost 12 pounds 99 a month. Hmmmmm, now let me think about this. See, erm, at the moment, I have no contract (pay-as-you-go) and I spend . . . well . . . certainly less than five pounds a month . . . perhaps even ten pounds over a three/four month period. I'm not too sure. So would I be interested? Nope. Well, I suppose I should be glad: this is the only cold call I've had in, erm . . . months and months. Sad to think how much money T-Mobile have wasted in trying to contact me . . . and where the frig did they get my home phone number from? Maybe I should be worried about that . . .