One month later on February 1st, 2006, she broke down on me. That was the first of many break-downs. I was soon on first name terms with the rescue men. Looking back over my blog I am amazed to read how often she did challenge my patience. (Search for Betty and all the relevant posts come up.) But I still loved her.
Anyway this is a long by-the-way introduction to my story about how I learned to love my phone.
One Christmas some time after the Betty present Husband bought me a mobile phone.
'Oh,' I said, 'thank you but I don't really want a phone.'
'No, but you need it if you're going to keep breaking down.'
So that was about twelve years ago. I still rarely remember to take my phone with me when I go out - I would if I knew where it was - no, I wouldn't actually. I work on the principle that no-one phones me at home so why would they phone me when I'm out? Husband works on the principle that I could fall over a cliff when walking George and what would I do then? (Send George for help Lassie-style is my answer.) And until this week I didn't know my number.
That usually doesn't matter as I give people our landline but the day before yesterday I thought: come on, you're a grown-up, you can learn this. I mentioned it on Facebook and one friend, Debs, suggested putting it to music, which I did. And now I know it. At least I've retained it for two days.
The problem, that I share with Debs - she won't mind me saying this - is that I can't sing. My vocal ability is somewhere below that of a bull in a bad temper. So I pity the person who asks for my number.
P.S. The post title is slightly misleading: I tolerate my phone. When I remember to charge it. Or take it with me.
2 comments:
I have a pay-as-you-go mobile which I take with me wherever I go purely in case of emergencies - like the car breaking down or me toppling off a mountain path or me falling ill. I never use it for any other purpose and I have to remember to activate it occasionally or my phone credit will suddenly vanish and be stored for safe keeping by Orange.
I don't have a phone for myself and feel that I am a rarity by today's standards for that reason. Cars like Betty are great memories once you get past the breakdowns...I love that tag number!
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