Let me transcribe a phone conversation I've just had this very minute before I forget it... Phone rings Me Hello? Lady Hello, can I speak to Marigot? (That's what it sounded like.) Me Sorry, I think you have the wrong number. Lady Oh. Is that 01245 xxxxxx? (she gave me my number) Me It is, but there's no Marigot that lives here. Lady. Oh right. I'm trying to get hold of Marigot at 11 Tabor Avenue. Me Well, that's this number, but not that address, I'm afraid. Lady I need to tell her that her mother's died. Me ... Lady And I can't get hold of her. Me Oh dear. Well, I'm very sorry to hear that, good luck finding her. I'm sorry. Lady Her mother died tonight and she doesn't know. Me Yes. Um... perhaps you could phone 118 118? Maybe they can give you the correct number for that address. Lady Yes. Maybe that's the thing. Me ... Me Yes. Lady ... Me ... Lady ... Me Um... I'm sorry. Lady Yes. Me Well... good luck again. Lady Yes. Me ... Me Okay, bye! (hang up) Now, somehow I feel like I've killed Marigot's mother. There's nothing I could do! The address she wanted is just down my road and had there been any more pauses I would probably have volunteered to go down there myself. "Hello. You don't know me, I live up the street, but I just got a phone call from someone I don't know who reliably informs me that your mother is, as of tonight, dead." I feel like a bastid, BUT THERE'S NOTHING I COULD HAVE DONE TO SAVE HER!