There's posh, Kitty! When my brother finally had a phone installed for my mother, who lived with him, she was afraid to use it. She always swore she knew it was me ringing by the sound the phone made. It took a long time to get her to hold the receiver close to her face - she used to hold it about a foot away as she was convinced that electricity came out of it (and of course she thought it came out of the light when it was switched on without a bulb).
I miss that crazy old lady!