That a phone at Heathrow Airport would have contributed to Ferroever's phone phobia?
As she writes in her blog:
But the real phobia with phones started in full effect on the day I arrived at Heathrow airport after a flight from Japan via KL, on July 2nd 1992, whereupon I immediately called my grandfather at a public phone near the ramp that goes down to the underground from the arrivals lounge [that same phone is still there although it's been upgraded somewhat] to ask him which hospital my mother was in. I waited for my grandfather to reaffirm that she was in Burton Hospital but instead there was silence. Sadly her grim prediction that I'd never see her again had come true, as she died about 10 hours before my arrival and at precisely the moment I was enjoying a pint of Guinness at a bar in the old airport in Kuala Lumpur.
I fell to the floor screaming and folks walked by looking at me funny.
Sad, girl, but don't blame the phone for your ills. Good Luck with the Boat.
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