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iPhone in Wonderland
The trials and tribulations of replacing a phone - go ask Alice
Last week, after much stalling and deliberation, I finally gave in to the forces of modern consumerism and bought a new iPhone. I have forgotten the age of my old one. It was certainly over six years old. Two years ago, it fell from the mantelpiece and suffered a huge crack across the screen. Since then some of the plastic became chipped away, revealing its shock and awe circuitry beneath. But, hey, it was still working fine, so what’s the problem? I continued to use it. After all, it became a source of entertainment and a talking point with others. My grandchildren looked on it in sheer wonder and delighted horror. Only an old fart like me would possibly continue with such a busted-up thing. Had I no sense of pride?
err… Nope.
I’m sure they are right. It is probably an age thing that I had put up with continuing to own it for so long. But the real reason — no doubt also linked with my coming of age in the early Victorian period — was wishing to avoid, or at least delay, the long and painful phone call required to order a new phone and then remembering all the passwords and other techie stuff when the shiny new plastic arrived.
And I was right to procrastinate. The experience was everything I thought it would be. And more.
