Come to think of it. Maybe those bath interruptions were not the worst, perhaps those that ripped me from my slumbers were. The rage that would engulf me on these occasions would be dizzying. I imagined him, or her, giggling at the other end of the line, absolutely delighting in my frustration and fury. The calls were beginning to affect my health. The constant interruption of my sleep was tiring me out. I was becoming irritable. All I wanted was to have a good night's sleep but found even when the phone did not ring, I still lay awake, waiting for, and dreading the sound of its bell.