If I'm online, then the phone can't ring and someone can't ask for my father, which has been happening on average once every half hour, including one memorable stint where the phone rang four times in fifteen minutes. The last one was a telesale girl, who might have been very nice, and under ordinary circumstances I would have told her politely that our house is already clad, but I hoped she had more luck in future, but as it was I was pissed off at the world and the phone-using percentage even more so, and I just screamed incoherently and hung up on her.