Our phone has stopped working. Actually, it was getting overworked. It was ringing non stop but if you tried to answer it then all you heard was a strange clicking.
Of course it started when DH was out and it was impossible for me to unplug the dratted thing as the cables behind the cupboard where the telephone lives are a nightmare rats' nest. DH sorted them all out for me but somehow they are intertwined and knotted and I didn't have a clue. Bear and I sat in the other room with the door firmly shut with the telephone ringing non stop until DH came home and managed to unplug it (and the router which I had managed to dislodge when I attempted to sort the phone). We locked it in his car overnight just in case.
And adding to the wrapping paper and toy packaging is the packaging for the wardrobe that has been delivered today by two lovely men who kindly took it upstairs for me. I was so grateful. I shall let DH build it.