NOBODY LOVES ME....

So it's been a week since I spoke with Dazza. With each passing day I ring him more and more times, and send him text messages that alternate between being abusive and pathetic. I am thinking he has died in an avalanche (a real possibility since 100 people die in the French alps each year), met someone else, all the usual stuff. So this morning, I decide that I will try and ring the Chalet where he works instead of his mobile. Tom, the guy he works for answers the phone and says, "Dazza lost his phone a week ago....... hasn't he told you???" And he only got it 1 month ago....