who told them I was here?

I’ve been home from work the last couple of days. Yesterday because of a headachey, snuffly, croaky cold which I can’t seem to shake and today because of same but with the addition of having to sit the exam for this semester’s subject tonight. Double yuck.
Anyway, in between complex mathematical calculations designed to give me some idea how much I need to score on the exam in order to get the mark I want, the phone keeps ringing.
“Oooh,” I think, “someone nice to commiserate with the sickness/bloster my confidence for the exam. Excellent.”
Expectations high. I answer the phone.
“Good morning madam, you have been selected for an offer of a free mobile phone …”
Three times.
No, I don’t actually have one – that’s because I don’t want one.
It doesn’t make an difference that it’s free.
No there is no one else here who would like to take up the offer – unless, of course, your company is thinking of extending the offer to canines. (And she looks suspicious every time the phone rings anyway, so I’m not sure she’d be inclined to take it up either – not even for free.)
To my mind having another phone would simply double the chances of being rung by annoying people with offers I CAN refuse.
Sheesh.
Snuffle.