Dear person who I suspect is a telemarketer of some description who keeps ringing in the middle of the day, letting it ring three times (aka just enough to disconnent my internet) and then hanging up,

STOP IT!

Three rings isn't even enough time for me to decide whether I can be arsed answering. Which I probably can't be. But if you disconnect me in the middle of my Kwon-Tom Loop again, there will be blood. Probably mine, but still! BLOOD!

Love and giggles,
Dee