The telephone rings...

And I pick it up and say, "Hello this is Shingle Paradise."

A male voice on the other end hurridly says, "OhI'msorryImusthavethewrongnumber."

"No problem," I answer, as he hangs up.

Incidents like this make me wonder how many people actually understand Shingle Paradise is the name of our house and the collective name for four beautiful girls, rather than the name for a roofing retail outlet.

Perhaps the phone will ring again and we will know for sure. Or perhaps the guy is traumatized. Or perhaps he did indeed have the wrong number.