I was hoping to receive a phone call from my tailor who was bringing the new waistcoat from the tailor shop. I spilled soup on my old vest during the dry run last week. The tailor gave a telephone call last night that he will somehow bring my new cloak before the ceremony. I have no idea who is phoning at this unusual time as I have only a few hours to leave home. When someone else picks up the mobile phone the fellow cuts off the mobile phone without speaking up. I feel the sweat pouring from my face.