This morning after noticing several millimeters of dust under
all of some of my furniture, I decided that it was time to remove the area rug and move everything away from the walls and ***gasp*** wash the entire floor. In the midst of this mayhem, my phone rang and it was a nice gentleman from the BBC.
I stood there with the vacuum hose in one hand and the phone in the other and I thought, “The BBC?!”
Ah yes. It seems that I had applied to participate in the audience of Question Time, which is coming to a town nearby. Indeed…I do remember filling out the application but I must have been having a bad day because apparently I gave them a completely incorrect mobile phone number and put my age down as two years older than I actually am. I’m surprised he still wanted me to participate after such a demonstration of incompetence but he pressed on with my interview. I have to submit two questions to the producers of the show and if chosen, I might be on the telly.
I thought it was a fun idea at the time.
Me not so sure right now.