Because I do. At least 5 times per day I get a phone call that goes something like this
“Hello, is that Mr Thomas?”
“There is no Mr Thomas living here”
“Living there? I thought this was a farm”
“Oh, I’m sure it is”
“I think you’ll find it is”
“Hello Mr Thomas, do you need any fertiliser?”
“I’m not Mr Thomas, and what for?”
“For your farm.
“There is no farm”
“Oh, what happened to it?”
The phone line in the house is new, and I strongly suspect that the ever-competent British Telecom have assigned me a number that until recently belonged to a farm. FML.