Aaaargh!

Today is Tuesday. Last Friday, phone dies, and reminds me how much of life relies on it functioning. Call to Vodafone promises next day delivery. Ah, but not if it’s a Friday because the delivery people don't work Saturdays. It will come on Monday and we'll text you a time. We move Monday's appointments to Tuesday.
 
Monday ... total silence. Call to Vodafone. Oh, it's coming on Tuesday now. We move Tuesday's appointments to Wednesday. 4pm Monday, new phone arrives anyway. Just as well we hadn’t gone out to do what some of what we meant to do on Tuesday, or we'd have missed it.
 
All day today reinstalling apps one by one, reinstating all that sooper-dooper security, setting up email accounts all over again, fighting to retrieve automated passwords so complicated you could never remember them.
 
Swearing a lot. Dog looks on, perplexed. At least the coffee’s good.