Father Moppet: I have a mobile, but its still engaged in a call to Suzan. *to phone* Are you still looking for those files? What's that? You're checking the storm-shelter? Good lass. Okay. *to Norman* But I could get you the land line. Hang on. *dashes downstairs and back up with the phone* I'm afraid the phone book has been washed away...along with most of my literary collection, actually. Perhaps you should check online?
(OOC: I may have to disappear in a minute if I want any tea!)