I would come home and I would see the red light flashing on my answering machine, and instead of being thrilled to hear from my friends, I would think, "What a lot of people that is to have to call back."
Volvía á casa e vía pestanexar a luz  vermella do contestador e en vez de aledarme por  saber dos meus amigos, pensaba: "Vaia morea de xente á que lle  teño que devolver a chamada"