Today I decided enough was enough, we were going to tackle the tip that is currently Ana bedroom. I went up there armed with a roll of black bags, a pitch fork and a grumpy pre-teen. Half way through finishing I stripped Ana's bed and dumped the sheets out on the landing ready to take down to the washing machine. Now, because I was expecting a call from Social Services I brought up our portable home phone and placed it on the banister on the landing. Ana picked it up and asked if I wanted her to take it downstairs. No, leave it there. I said. So, we finish Ana's bedroom THREE HOURS later and I grab the bedsheets and put them on to wash. The phone rings, can't find it. The phone keeps ringing. It sounds like its in the kitchen but I cannot find it. I ask Ana where the phone was and she says upstairs. No sign of it, so I forget about it. Empty the washing machine to put the sheets on the line and what comes out with them? The chuffing phone! Now its not working The whole time it was wooshing round in the washing machine it was able to ring, now nothing.