Due to a nasty accident involving a pot of boiling sheep’s livers, one of those smaller exercise trampolines, and a large wooden spoon. The phone that had hung on the kitchen wall had recently been replaced. You’d expect that given my grandparents vast fortune they would have replaced it with a newer, sleeker, and stylish phone. Well you’d be wrong. Instead, we now have one of those old, drab, olive green, plastic ones that hang on the wall and the receiver has a cord attached to the wall part. Thankfully the cord is still long enough that it can reach about anywhere in the kitchen, including the pantry where I like to sit and talk, when I use the phone. Above the phone, screwed to the wall is a small display that shows the number that is calling and the name of the caller.