I was never a gadget person. I hated my Palm, detested my Blackberry. I despised their fiddly little buttons and endless menus. Then someone gave me an IPhone and I instantly loved it. So good looking, so easy to use, no buttons for my clumsy sausage fingers. I could find my way around foreign cities, play Amazing Grace by blowing through its microphone, go fishing during boring talks and that sort of thing.
From being non gadget, I found it difficult to be without it. Then alas, alack it stopped working. I take it to an IPhone repair shop where a guy who looks about 14 diagnoses water in the logic board. This was like a scene from a hospital drama. “We can operate and there is a good chance that she will pull through but it will be very expensive.”
I am about to leave the country. I will have to get a new phone in my next abode so I abandon my poor IPhone. I feel terrible.