The Antiquer rang me yesterday and sounded like death warmed up. He'd been putting in a hard week building walls around his garden and being a general home handyman and he'd had another of those horror massages.
My phone rang 15 minutes ago.
"Good morning!" said a chipper Antiquerish voice.
"Hello! You sound a lot brighter than yesterday."
"Yeah," he said letting his voice drop to a drone. "Well I do a good impression."