Woken in the small hours by my mobile's pinging, I sleepily read a text that instantly raised my anxiety levels.
It said: "I know you're sleeping with that bitch!" It was signed: "your wife".
Shaken and confused by the starkness of the communique, I immediately leapt out of bed and started searching for my trousers and car keys. Only then did I realise I was safely home in the marriage bed with the caregiver, the current wife, so I could only presume I'd been incorrectly texted.
When I politely texted back, "Sorry Madam, wrong mobile number", the reply stormed back, quick as a flash: "Don't bullshit me, you bastard!" Switching off my mobile in fear of further misguided bombardment, I slipped into an uneasy sleep.
When I laughingly showed the text to the caregiver over breakfast, she raised her eyebrows before casually murmuring, "are you absolutely sure you haven't been up to something?".