So it's Saturday night and I'm sat on the sofa, as you do, counting down the days until Doctor Who returns.
And then up pops this text on my phone:
Now, what would you make of that?
Could it be
- that God has actually texted me, and is a big fan?
- 02 and/or iPhone are having a very strange brainfart indeed?
- the apocalypse is nigh, but I'll be OK?
- my child has stolen my phone, changed her contact name to God and then texted me as part of a cunning (and ultimately successful) ploy to butter me up so she can get more crisps?
I'm pretty sure one of those is correct.
In other news, only 142 sleeps to go...