Anna is

missing her phone. Heading down to the beach in a minute, to try to find it in the sand.

Bill's number is... eh on my voicemail.

"Hi! Merry Christmas! We're at Shelley Beach in Manly and you're all welcome to join us! We're right by the bbqs, under the trees. Sitting in blue chairs and wearing santa hats. Bill's number, in case you can't get through to me, is *********. See ya!"

I can't change my message, because I can't find my phone. So I am now officially on Shelley Beach wearing a santa hat. Forever.