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The phone keeps ringing. The caller is with-holding their number, and there's only static on the line when I answer, and then it hangs up. It's happened 4 times now, in 5 minutes. At 2.30 in the morning.
The worst thing is that Pellinor is away. He was dancing in Portsmouth tonight, so rather than come home late, and then go out again tomorrow morning, he's staying there, so I can pick him up tomorrow morning en route to our festival.
The only other time I've ever been woken in the middle of the night by an inexplicable phonecall, Pellinor was also away. That time it was an unknown mobile number, and I got half an hour of vague background noise left on my BT Answer service.
Phone calls in the night are scary, especially when you're all alone, and have an over-active imagination that can clearly envisage awful disasters out of any scenario.
EDIT: 9 a.m. I've finally spoken to Pellinor, so my mind is set at rest. I know that repeated calls from a with-held number doesn't really support the scenario of a Pellinor left for dead in the gutter by a rampaging mob, enraged by the sight of a lone Morris dancer walking to his hotel in the middle of Portsmouth at midnight, but at 2.30 in the morning my brain is perfectly capable of making such a thing plausible.
The worst thing is that Pellinor is away. He was dancing in Portsmouth tonight, so rather than come home late, and then go out again tomorrow morning, he's staying there, so I can pick him up tomorrow morning en route to our festival.
The only other time I've ever been woken in the middle of the night by an inexplicable phonecall, Pellinor was also away. That time it was an unknown mobile number, and I got half an hour of vague background noise left on my BT Answer service.
Phone calls in the night are scary, especially when you're all alone, and have an over-active imagination that can clearly envisage awful disasters out of any scenario.
EDIT: 9 a.m. I've finally spoken to Pellinor, so my mind is set at rest. I know that repeated calls from a with-held number doesn't really support the scenario of a Pellinor left for dead in the gutter by a rampaging mob, enraged by the sight of a lone Morris dancer walking to his hotel in the middle of Portsmouth at midnight, but at 2.30 in the morning my brain is perfectly capable of making such a thing plausible.
