"You've deleted my poems!" she shouted down the phone.
"My poems! You've deleted the website for my poems! I've got an exhibition coming up and now my website is gone and there's something else in its place! How could you do that to me?"
"Wait, what, the website at http://test.mydomain.com? The one I set up as a test site for you to look at and sign off, and ultimately pay me for? Which you haven't paid for yet?"
"Yes and now I've had the flyers printed up with that web address and the site is gone!"
"That's because you were supposed to buy a domain and then pay for the development and hosting, not use a test domain on *my* personal site for your live site. I kind of thought the "test" bit in the name would be a good clue, that's why I moved yours off the test site and moved another *paying customer's* site onto it..."
"Well I've had these flyers printed up now, what am I going to do with them?"
"Recycle them, get new ones, and pay me for the work I've done, would be a good start."
"I'm not paying you! You deleted my site!"
"No, I moved it off the test server now it's ready to go live. It's ready any time you buy a domain and pay for the work."
"Don't you get smart with me! I'm going to the Citizen's Advice about this!". With that she banged the phone down.
I sighed, drank another mouthful of coffee, and contemplated packing it all in and spending the summer picking fruit.
It's not even as if they're very good poems.