Normally, anyone who phoned me up at 6:30am to sell me something would find themselves the lucky recipient of a lot of shouting before I put the phone down.

This morning, though, after I staggered to the phone in a sufficiently half-asleep state that I didn't even consider asking ‘do you know what time it is’ because I didn't know, it turned out that the person at the other end wanted to sell me something to do with congenital anosmia (i.e. no sense of smell). I was so utterly startled to be cold-called about something so astonishingly relevant to me that I totally forgot I'd been woken up at an ungodly hour.

Unfortunately he then hung up, or was cut off by a glitch, before telling me what he was actually selling; and he didn't call back; and the sheer amazement his call had caused me prevented me getting back to sleep. Then I was annoyed.

Clearly it can't be coincidence that two months after I put up a web page about having no sense of smell, someone phones me up knowing I have no sense of smell. I just wish they'd been slightly more competent about it.