How do you react to a phone call from Benjamin Zephaniah?

So, I gave blood for the first time today. I'm still not sure whether they want it or need it but being a bit pressed for cash and wanting to give something back I thought it was about time to get off my arse and give some of my blood. I've always been curious as to what it felt like and wanted to sit sipping orange juice and eating a biscuit with fellow blood letters. I was on my third plastic cup of orange juice, thirsty due to the triple packet of Bourbon biscuits that I had elected to eat as my treat for being such a big girl and my mobile phone went. I usually don't answer my phone if I don't recognise the number but I must have been a little giddy from giving blood, as I just answered by saying hello. The male voice on the other end of the phone asked me if I was Emma. I replied that I was. He said, "Hi, it's Benjamin Zephaniah." I flew off my chair and out into the cold corridor because the nurses had the music in the hall turned up, explaining that I was just in the process of giving blood (babbling like a fool). Then I lost the signal and I cut him off. I went back to the table and my cup of orange juice and sat in silence, staring at my phone and waiting for the signal to come back. Then the phone went again, this time I didn't move, just shoved a finger in my right year and enjoyed a chat with the one and only Benjamin Zephaniah! He explained that he was calling because he'd just finished reading my book and was going to write me a letter but thought he'd call instead to tell me that he really enjoyed it. He asked me about my POV choices, asking me how I came to write all parts in the first person and said that his favourite chapter was Chapter Forty because of the use of dialogue. We talked about our links to Mauritius, we talked about Kaya and we had a good chat about Chagos and Benjamin's recent appearance on Question Time where he specifically asked about the Crown's involvement in the Chagos affair. We talked about the need for Militant action when diplomacy fails. We talked about what he's been up to and how busy he is. I hope you can imagine how I feel. I have spoken to one of my heroes. He has inspired me to greater things and touched my heart. He's reminded me that a writer has a responsibility not to be afraid to write the truth, nor fight for what matters and lend a voice to a worthy cause. What a wonderful Christmas present to bestow on someone you don't even know. I am inspired. It's time to move from the armchair.