It was a reasonably warm summer day, and having a rare day where I wasn’t at work and everyone else was out of the house, I decided to take a deckchair out and sit in the back garden for a while. I was listening to music on my phone, but decided not to put in headphones in case either the landline phone rang, or someone came to the house, so that I would hear them.
I’d been out for a while when I thought I heard a voice. I thought maybe someone had been ringing the doorbell and I hadn’t heard it after all, but then I realized it was coming from my neighbor’s house.
“Danny, can you hear me?” I heard her shout.
It was my neighbour Diana, and she was shouting out my name, although she sounded quite muffled. I leaned forward to pick my phone up from off the floor under the chair where I had put it, and turned the music off.
“Danny, please tell me you can hear me?” she cried out, she almost sounded like she was crying.
“Hey Diana, what’s the problem?” I shouted back.