Sunday, April 30, 2006
Life Before Mobile Phones
My hubby is constantly moaning at me cos my mobile phone is usually somewhere at the bottom of my handbag and by the time I answer the blooming thing, he has cut off. Anyway, we were mooching around a market last weekend when I saw this lush mobile phone holder that hangs round ya neck. Wear it or I strangle you with it, was my darlings husbands retort. So, so far he has managed to get me in the loo at work. At the checkout down Asda, talking to a customer, and a phone call at 1am in the morning (Im in bed and he is downstairs), to come down and photograph the cat cos she looks so cute and I don't want to disturb her. aaaaaaarrrgggggghhhhhh (no I dont wear it to bed - i hang it off a chair).
I actually quite enjoyed going for a blood test this week, cos I could turn the blooming thing off.
I know they can be a godsend in our hour of need, eg. when you get stuck on the pub car park and you get locked out of the car and need the AA (& no, I hadnt been drinking - just coffee and lunch with me ol mucker Jaks), but omg, they can be an absolute pain in the but at times.
Still quite like my holder though. Great to store ya lippy and money, instead of carrying a handbag.