I lost my phone on sunday.
Didn’t get mugged or get drunk or nothing. I just lost it on the tube, not very rock and roll, I think it fell out of (or rather through a hole in) my pocket (it’s a big hole).
Obviously I’m not the type to write down numbers anywhere so that’s one pain, and photos and stuff on there are gone too (I’ve tried ringing but someone has pinched it, it rings off (now blocked). Ah well.
I’ve found my old phone from before my last upgrade and am waiting for a new SIM card to be sent through. And it’s a bit exciting. I’m going to hear old ringtones that I’ve not heard for 9 months, I don’t remember what they are, and there’ll be a whole bunch of old texts on there relating to things that no longer matter.
On that point, in Edinburgh I kept having to pick and choose which texts to delete as the phone was full. Spending ages keeping nice ones – what was the point? Phone now gone and the texts with it. Delete all I say from now on.