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I’ve also been having fun. Three parties in one week, my goodness. This is not normal for me, and I couldn’t have kept it up, but it was great fun while it lasted.
Meanwhile my smart phone died. Well, not exactly died. Ever since March, it’s had a habit of resetting at random intervals, which was very irritating. I didn’t think there was much point taking it back to the shop at that point, because it was bound to work perfectly while I was there, only to fail again as soon as I got home, right?
The resets gradually increased, until they were happening every few minutes and sometimes before I could finish the swipe pattern to log back in again. Of course that happened in the middle of the week with three parties so I didn’t have time to get to the shop until Saturday.
The phone’s gone off for repairs and I’m using my old not-very-smart phone. It took some fiddling to get my contacts back and to make space for WhatsApp, Calendar and Evernote, which are the apps I can’t live without but I seem to be up and running again.
And now I have to dash off to work.