First, let me just say: warm weather. It is finally here! I was so excited when I left work last night I went on a photo-snappy and twittery BONANZA recording what feels like the first day Great Britain has reached double digit temperatures in, oh I don't know, THE LAST CENTURY.*
|TOWER BRIDGE AND LOOK IT! PEOPLE WITHOUT SLEEVES! SO EXCITED!|
|THAT IS THE SUN. IT TOOK ME A WHILE TO RECOGNISE IT.|
|LOOK! BARE SHOULDERS! SUNGLASSES REQUIRED! MANKY ASS HAIR! BUT BLUE SKY!|
Actually, it wasn't just over-excitement. It was probably just that I'd conned P into having a few wines with me and I was tiddly-clumsy while fumbling for my purse in the supermarket. Tiddly-clumsy is not covered by the terms of my warranty, allegedly. (Side bar: we had the wines sitting in the open window of one of our favourite locals, which looks out at the neighbourhood church. We sipped and people-watched quite a number of folk heading in and out of the side entrance to the church....and then we realised it was an AA meeting. I felt so terrible, swilling piss in front of those who have cut it out of their lives.)
I raced home to get online and frantically research fixit options for MY BABY, MY POOR BABY. P looked at me with piteous side eye and deigned not to comment; he knows I'm useless with material possessions and had made me promise to look after this particular expensive acquisition.
It is only 11 months and one week old. I've never had a fancy phone before. My last phone was a £5 clapped out Nokia. I've only just come to appreciate the beauty of having the internet with me whereever I go, not to mention the plethora of shitty camera apps.
Let's all take a moment's silence, shall we, for the spoilt girl who lost her favourite toy? YOU WOULD NOT KNOW FROM READING THIS THAT I AM DAMN NEAR 30.
*For which, read: first time we've gone over 20 degrees celcius since last summer.