Putting so many ice cubes in my vodka then ignoring the fact that some fell on to the glass topped table I was seated at, then thinking, ‘I’ll wipe the table before she goes ballistic.’
Completely forgetting the pool of frigid water, I put my iPhone down in it.
Next day, displayed in large letters on its screen, NO SIM, somehow the water had seeped in and screwed with the phone.
No one to blame but me, I took it to a repairer, he opened it up, fiddled around, ran a tiny dryer device over the guts of it, and gave it back, no charge, please put something in the charity tin, which I did, a fiver.
I walk outside, make a call, disconnect, go to make another, when up came NO SIM.
Back to repair guy, who sucked his teeth, and said, “It’ll have to go away, back Saturday, £55, and I’ll give you a brand new little Samsung which will only make and receive calls, give it back when yours is ready, okay?”
As I say, my fault, I have to bite the bullet, but no Wi-Fi, no apps, no camera, no calendar, I feel like I’ve been transported back to 1950, uurgh!