All of a sudden my mobile died on Monday. I think it may be repairable but at the time when I'm moving and planning jaunts to lands far away I really need a working phone to sort out those inevitable hiccups NOW! 'No there's nothing wrong here' said the lady at the bank when I telephoned to say that card payments had been refused whilst buying rather essential fridge and beds. 'Please update your records to show that there will be some abnormal spending going on' I asked. 'Yes I'll do that'. Even so Tuesday morning saw me in lengthy negotiations because the fraud department had thought that some baddie somewhere was using my card. It was conducted on Louis' teeny tiny Sony Xperia which has a faulty speaker and challenged more of the senses than I could cope with. What's more I tether my laptop to the phone in the van. Without it I'm cut off from the virtual world at a time when it seems crucial to stay connected.
So a new phone arrived less than 48 hours after I'd ordered it but now it's taking hours to set up with all the apps that were on my old one. Google Play has not been behaving. Time that I don't really have but I'm so lost without 'Brain 2', the handheld annexe to my own bonce. I can't think straight even to function without it and its not all the fault of the stinking cold that's set in over the last couple of days. When did I become so reliant on technology? Is it such a bad thing that I am?