Looking towards OK

The house phone is in the sitting room. I don't answer it. Friends know this and leave random messages, taunting me to pick up the receiver. My friend M had a hip replaced last week. Before the photography class came for tea, yesterday, I had to brief (ho ho) M not to call between 2 and 4, to update me on her progress (poor) in putting her knickers on. 

With her hip and my shoulder we have a future as a pantomime horse.

An opportunity in extras.