And Then The Bullet Is Bitten...

   ...and I decided on a new phone. The old fella has served me well for I forget how many years but the battery finally beat me. Upon enquiring regards a new battery I was reliably informed that given the age, even if one was located, it’d cost close to the price of a new phone and possibly more.
   Back in the mists of time, I learned how to reset walkie-talky battery short charge memory but how is now long lost. It may have featured a straightened paper clip; may have...
   Damn!! Just hours too late!
   Off to the shops we went and the first thing that became apparent was why you see so many folk with their phones clutched in their hands. They’re all close to the size of a bloody door so no same size pockets available.
   Anyhoo, got one, budget price and pocketable size and spent an afternoon, evening and morning sorting it out like wot I want it and not how some techy young buck thinks elderly folk would like it. That entailed a lot of deleting of preinstalled stuff. Farce book, What’s App, Instagram and as I’m not an overworked, overweight and stressed NHS, blessed be its name, worker, I have no use for Taky-Tok...
   Wallpaper, featuring my little nest of vipers with the phone number for quick display when requested built on the tap-top and installed on the phone. Final move? Set my ringtone.
   All-in-all an essential bit o’ kit for someone like me who makes or receives at least three and sometimes as many as five calls a month...
   So far  so wot, enjoy the ringtone. Again.

Quote;  Steven Spielberg.

“Technology can be our best friend, and technology can also be the biggest party pooper of our lives. It interrupts our own story, interrupts our ability to have a thought or a daydream, to imagine something wonderful, because we're too busy bridging the walk from the cafeteria back to the office on the cell phone.”