Don’t phone me…
Grandad September 23rd, 2008
For the third time in my life, I’m trying to get used to a new mobile phone.
Yes. I have a new one, thanks to the Blog Post of the Month Award.
No. I didn’t win it. Our K8 did.
Herself has been using my original and very first mobile phone. It is still in perfect working order apart from the battery being worn out, so it needs recharging all the time. Not that that makes any difference, because she never answers the damn thing anyway.
She has had her eye on my phone for a while. Mine is also quite old, but it has a colour screen and hers was only monochrome. You know what women are like about colour.
Then, our K8 won the award, and part of her prize was a new phone. With only the minimum or persuasion [that involved nitric acid and an ants’ nest] she agreed to give me her old one, as she didn’t need it any more.
It’s a Nokia 5310 that does all sorts of weird and wonderful things like play music, games, take photographs and browse the Interweb. Hidden amongst all the gizmos is a telephone, which is what I wanted. It is very thin, which is another thing I wanted.
It comes with all sorts of cables and things, so I connected it to my PC. It asked if I wanted to upgrade my software, as my old one was out of date. Foolishly, I gave it the nod. It updated all right, but it wiped all my phone numbers. So if you don’t hear from me, you now know why.
One thing about it that really pisses me off though – somehow [and I have no idea how it happened], it seems to have filled up with business people. Since I started using it, they won’t stop ringing me, and asking me to do boring things, like work.
I wish they’d get out of it. Why can’t they live in their own phones? Why can’t they leave me alone?
I like the new phone.
It would be a shame to have to dump it.
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