I’ve spent the last couple of hours searching emails for the Sage. He is a friendly sort, you see, and likes to keep in touch. Sometime last year, he called on someone (who lives in the same village as Ziggi, as it happens) and he wanted this chap’s phone number. They had got in touch with each other via eBay, said the Sage.
The Sage said he’d called on him during the autumn, but I knew that couldn’t be right – I’d visited Ziggi in August, after the Sage had called on his friend. By a great feat of memory, the Sage remembered his name, *John Smith*, but that wouldn’t be given in the title of an eBay email. I spent some time looking, without success. I finally tore the Sage away from his computer and he went to look for last year’s diary. That gave a date, and finally he remembered the item he’d gone to look at. I searched every damn email for six months and finally had to say I couldn’t find it. I looked on BT.com for the chap’s phone number, but he’s ex-directory.
“What do you want to speak to him about?” I asked. “Oh, you know, just for a chat.”
The Sage dozed off. I thought about it a bit further. And thought, maybe he contacted us direct, it was nothing to do with eBay.
Two minutes later, I was waking the Sage up with the news that I had the full correspondence, including address, email and phone number.
He couldn’t cope without me. No one else would do it for him. Lucky he’s worth it.