Almost nobody calls us on our land line except for spammers, so I don't usually answer with any enthusiasm if I don't recognise the number, if I bother at all. But today, I'm glad I did.
"Hi, it's Brian"
"Erm, I think you may have the wrong number, I don't know any Brians"
"It's Brian from Australia"
"OK no, I definitely don't know any Brians from Australia"
"Oh, ... oh, ... then I'm really sorry ... really sorry for wasting your time"
"No problem, ..."
"It's bloody hot in Australia"
"It's bloody hot here. In Australia"
"Oh, hah, no such luck here I'm afraid..."
"Where did I get through to? Malaysia?"
"No, the UK"
"Ah, that's where I was calling, my brother lives there, I was trying to call him."
"You don't sound English... where are you from?"
"South Africa, but I live in London"
(strictly speaking, "Greater London", but from the other side of the planet it's not worth explaining)
"Ah right, I thought so. What's it like in London?"
"It's pretty cold, just above freezing outside London, and I believe it snowed elsewhere... "
"No, I meant ... - the Queen's had the injection, hasn't she?"
"Oh, er yes, I believe so"
"That's alright then, if she's had it then you know there can't be any problems with it"
"Well, listen, the best of luck to all of you over there, and sorry again for calling you"
(heartfelt pleasantries all round, end of call)