I don't think this is aimed at mums specifically, but maybe working women...
Scenario:
6.00pm get home from work, cook tea for dh & ds
6.30pm eat tea
7.00pm settle ds to bed
7.10pm phone rings
conversation:
-Hello Madam, your postcode has been specially selected for a rare opportunity to have a reduced price kitchen. It just has to be featured in our magazine as a show kitchen...
-May I ask where you got my postcode from? Cos the Royal Mail sure as heck don't have it! Neither does my car insurance/house insurance/bank recognise it. It's a new house on a new estate. Oh, and by the way, my house, being new, has a new kitchen! I think you need to check your database a bit more carefully, and ensure you remove my ex-directory number... Goodbye
-Stunned silence
7.12pm put the phone down.
This happened on a horrifically regular basis, either with kitchens, windows, and best of all, conservatories. (I live in a coach house - flat above garages... )
It has gotten better since we complained to BT and got our number removed from their database...