Well, my aging mobile phone (previously Rob’s aging mobile phone, until he got a new one over a year ago) finally kicked the bucket. Even though I hardly ever use my phone — I pay as I go, about ten pounds every couple months — I figured an actual working phone was probably worth having.
So! Guess what I have! A camera phone! Not because I support the unholy alliance between cameras and phones, but because it’s really hard to find a phone without a camera. I told the sales guy I didn’t want to spend more than £50 on a phone, and then I took the first one he offered me, because let’s face it — if it rings/vibrates when people call me and has a dial tone when I call other people, it’s a perfectly serviceable phone.
That’s the little memo board at the side of my desk at work. Cutesy animals and a bottle of paint — that about sums up my job. Oh, yes, and there’s some stuff I do on the computer.
Go you – I’ve had a camera phone for years and have yet to figure out how to get the pictures from the phone to my pc! lol
Anna, I think the time has finally come. I may too have to reluctantly enter the club of people who own cell phones. I swear to you its against my will, and Sam said he’d want the ring back if I didn’t get a family plan. What can ya do? Break down and get the stinkin’ camera phone I guess.