Wrong number!!

Somewhere in France last week a group of boys went off to football camp. I don’t think that they were very old as one was crying as the coach left and another had his birthday while he was away. The parents were anxious to know that their sons had arrived at their destination safely.

What does this have to do with you Anji? You may well ask. My phone number was given out to the parents in error and they were phoning a lot at the beginning of the week. At the end of the week it started up again; the parents had been given 3 different times of arrival. Not a very well organized trip. I hope that the budding footballers enjoyed themselves.

Phoneless

Just over a week ago, my super intelligent phone died on me (not so smart after all). I was just sorting out my photos on the cloud thingy and everything went dark. I fiddled, did soft resets, tried to charge the battery up. Did you know that if the battery gets too low, it isn’t strong enough to charge up again? I’m pretty expert at getting the back off the phone now.

I’ve been using my old Samsung as an alarm in the morning and after meditation. It’s a rather harsh sound compared to the gentle music I’m used to nowadays.

Rob took the dead phone into work to show a colleague who knows about these things and he’s ordered a new battery. Now we have to wait for it to arrive. I really hope I haven’t lost everything. My photos are okay – I was looking at them on the cloud thingy; -which is where I came in.

I told you so

Remember I wrote about cell phones recently? Remember I wrote that I thought Rob would find an excuse to have a new phone soon? Well – :

He phoned me from work on Friday morning because he’d ‘dropped’ his charger (he told me it fell off the desk) and broken it. He wanted me to phone the two Orange shops in La Rochelle to see if they had one in stock, the idea being that I could go into town on Saturday to buy it. I phoned the first shop which is a normal one, you go to a counter and a nice man serves you. No charger. The other new fangled shop where you go in and someone jumps at you with a clip board and then you wait like a lemon for two hours till they get to your turn had a communal number so it was no use phoning to ask if they had something in stock. I suggested to Rob that he try ebay. He quickly found his charger, really cheap. We collected it from our PO box on Saturday morning (We could have collected it at 9). If I’d have gone into town to that shop I wouldn’t have been home much before midday.

Nice try Rob.

Carrot cake and telephones

I hope everyone is recovering from all of the holiday celebrations. We had a quiet time but still managed to eat and drink too much. We had a lot of fog too; I know we live near the sea, but it’s quite rare here normally.

Dom came home, she’s still enjoying life in Poitiers. She managed to catch up with her friends and study for the after Christmas exams. She found a carrot cake recipe in a recipe book I gave her so she made it for New Years Eve, it was delicious.

Two Phone stories; for a couple of years I’ve been using Olivier’s old phone, but it used to play up after I spilt wine on it. Just before I started exam supervising before Christmas it died on me. Dom was having trouble with her phone so she bought herself a new one. She told me her old one didn’t work but I could try it if I wanted to. It works perfectly, so now I can take pics and make films (when I work out what to do) as well as phone here and there.

Olivier had his phone stolen at a New Years party (You know how it is; ‘friends’ of ‘friends’ turn up and the fun starts). The thief had already karma-ed himself/herself because the screen was cracked. The phone had a lock as well as a pin number so it wouldn’t have been much use at all. He’s now got a new phone and has learnt what a pain phone shops are when they are very busy.

I expect Rob to invent a reason to have a new phone next…