I was walking down to a Bradford Library to photocopy my mother’s will. I was stopped by a very polite boy of about 15, asking if he could borrow my phone to call his mother (his term) because he had injured his ankle.

He called her mobile, and got nowt. He asked if he could call her landline, but got nowt.

Before I walked away I asked him how long he would be sat there, in case his mother called be back; and before I ended the sentence I got a call from a blocked number!

Before the caller said a word I said:

Your son has just borrowed my phone to call you, here he is.

He talked to his mum, and thanked me.