It’s been a giggle these past 24hrs, mixed in with a little bit of incredulity. Before I go off to my training this morning I thought I just had to share this with you.

I’m not sure if it’s anything to do with the new review. Whenever I get a new one, my bandwidth is stretched to its limits, traffic to my site is overflowing and my phone goes a little crazy. Especially if the review is on Punternet. It’s the most comprehensive and widely-read website to do with our industry. I don’t complain, it’s good for business.

Anyway, in the past 24hrs it seems I’ve had every condition in my book ignored by gentlemen who seem to be thinking with the wrong, ahem, organ shall we say.

Yesterday morning I switched on my phone to receive two text messages, duplicates of each other. One sent at 5.52am, then re-sent later at 8.54am. Remember this is on a Sunday morning. Later on in the day I had a missed call from that same number.

Now, it states clearly and in bold on my site, that my phone is switched on between the hours of 9am and 10pm. It also states that I don’t reply to text messages and that I don’t work on Sundays.

Okay, now bearing in mind that it also states on my site that I don’t do short notice bookings and again, my phone is only switched on between 9am and 10pm, this morning I’ve just switched my phone back on, to a voicemail left for me at nearly midnight last night, from a gentleman, who lives in Streatham near Nando’s (no, I don’t know where that is either), wanting to see me in the next half an hour. No, he says, make that the next 15mins. It’s the best laugh I’ve had all weekend. He then goes on to say, “even if I don’t catch up with you tonight, I’ll make sure I will do at some point soon”. Ha, not if you keep calling at silly o’clock matey. I think out of the two phone calls, this one left me the most gob-smacked. I’m still laughing as I’m typing now.

I think what it is is that we’re not seen as human by some gentlemen. We don’t have families, we don’t sleep and we can get to your place in 15mins or less regardless of where we live, especially if you’re in Streatham near Nando’s.

I need to find my Wonderwoman outfit and get my invisible jet out of the garage. That’ll do the trick. But in the meantime, I’m off to training. And to the two gents, thank you for the giggles this weekend. And I’m not a giggly type of person. Ahhh, the perils of this industry.

Have a wonderful day and a wonderful week. Mwah!