On a train, you overhear a woman phoning her office. Why has she phoned?

Woman:  Jenny, hi, it’s me. I’m on the train and it’s stuck somewhere just outside the station -- signalling problems or something ...Yes, I know, sorry, but there’s nothing I can do about it. Anyway, listen, could you check my diary and see when I’m supposed to be with those marketing people ... it’s on my desk  ...... Oh, isn’t it? Oh, that’s strange. And it’s not in the drawer? I wonder ... Oh, I know, I must have left it in Jimmie’s office after yesterday’s meeting. You couldn’t get it and then ring me back, could you? Sorry to be a nuisance.

Woman:   I must say it surprised me when I saw how many there were in the family. I don’t see how they’re all going to fit in that small house. And they’re obviously quite well-off-- you should have seen the amounts of electronic equipment that was carried in, and they’ve got three large cars between them -- so why would a wealthy family like that want to live here? It makes you wonder how they earn their living. Not that I’ve got anything to complain about -- they’ve been perfectly pleasant whenever I’ve spoken to any of them, though so far they haven’t found time to come in for a coffee.