Kirsty Shears, 44, from Coventry
Staring at the screen of my Nokia phone, I couldn’t help but feel confused.
Hello, a random text from an unknown number read.
I’d only got my phone the week before, so I figured I might have forgotten to save someone’s number.
It was 1998, so technology wasn’t as advanced.
Hi, who’s this? I replied.
My phone buzzed again.
Donavan, they answered.
Donavan who?
I didn’t know a Donavan.
Shears, the message pinged back.
Probing further, I started chatting with him, intrigued as to why he’d text me.
How did you get this number? I typed, asking more.
It turned out, showing off to his mates, Don thought it would be funny to text a random number.
And that made up number just happened to be mine.
