
I have been very happy with my old, unfashionable, mobile phone. It does what I need it to do, calls and messages.
My husband upgraded our phones, as we had come to the end of the 2 yr contract. He has a smart phone already. My strict instructions on this matter were – I only want a smart phone, if I can go back to using my old phone, if I can’t get used to it. I will attempt to embrace change, but I ‘must’ have a get out, if I can’t cope. Hmmm sounds familiar about patterns of behaviour throughout my life.
My husband agreed to this – I made sure he was listening and not just yessing and nodding, as men do, when all they are hearing from their wife is ‘blah blah blah’. Off to the shop he went, came back with two shiny new smart phones. He’s all excited and I’m looking at mine, probably with the same expression as most have when having to go to the dentist. Excited? Not.
My husband decided to ‘sort out the contacts’ etc. And stuffed it up. He starts getting irritated, which is not what I need, when I already don’t even know how to get into the bloody phone. Which way am I meant to swipe? FFS…
My husband continues on with his little battle of him – v – the new phones, trying to work them out. I am sat with my headphones on, listening to music, trying to ignore him and his irritation. Finally he sorts it out. Phew, thank goodness for that.
Then he hits me with the bad news. “Oh, and you can’t use your old phone now, the sim cards are different and the new one, won’t fit in your old phone.”

‘WHAAAAAT!!!’ This was NOT WHAT I AGREED TO!!!! I am not amused. In fact, that is huge understatement. GRRRRR!!! Continue reading →
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