—she’s constantly surprising me, mate. The other day, I headed out to the local course for a round of golf with my mate Dazza. Midway through the front nine, I realized I’d left my mobile sitting on the kitchen bench at home. No worries, I figured I’d better ring her to let her know I’d be a bit late for dinner, so I borrowed Dazza’s phone. I dialled her number, and the second she picked up, she said, "G'day, honey! How's the golf going?"
Man, what a sharp girl. I haven't even told her Dazza's mobile number, and she instantly knew it was me calling!
