Is your mobile phone a blessing or a curse?
WHAT did we do without a mobile phone?
Yesterday I got lost trying to find a street in the city.
No trouble - I just pulled to the side of the road, dialled in the address on my map app and my phone guided me through the maze to the front door for my appointment.
But while the umbilical cord, as I call my mobile, is proving indispensable it can also cause great stress.
The few times when I have misplaced mine I have been thrown into a frenzy.
Once after searching for two hours I was reminded by my daughter that I could use my phone locater to see where I had left it.
I did expect to be driving down town; instead I walked five paces to my bedroom to find it under the bed.
As my mother always said: "Peter, if it had teeth it would have bitten you."
I popped across to the Ipswich races on Monday and a friend detailed a nasty experience she had with her phone.
Apparently just as she was fixing her attire to leave the toilet cubicle the phone rang and in her haste to answer the phone she dropped it into the toilet.
She decided that before she'd retrieve it she needed to flush the toilet twice.
I assume to make doubly sure the phone was stuffed for life.
She was right it's now dead and buried. At least her life is quieter and that's not a bad idea.
When you've had enough of your phone, give it the double flush. It's proven to work.