Last night the phone wouldn’t start up. Tonight, I thought it was lost forever...
I came in from the car and then thought hang on, where is the phone, said to the wife, you seen my phone?
No. But I seen you with it earlier.
Can you ring it?
Couldn’t hear it, but I knew I had it somewhere, or did I? Was I going mad.
5 minutes later this is me
Striding from room to room and asking, where is it? It must be here? why is it not here? What about my contacts, oh no not the contacts, NOT THE CONTACTS!!
Then went back out to the car and breathed as I looked again.
Found it,
Evil device had fallen down the side of the car seat and I had it on silent.
I've aged considerably, and I think my phone is trying to kill me.
first world problems, eh?
