Also, and against my better judgment, I've acquired a new mobile. It's a silver-coloured Nokia with all the bits and bobs (camera, Bluetooth, whatnot) that Vodafone were nice enough to let me have for free with a subscription at half-price, and they also threw in 22 monthly call minutes (whatever that means). The thing is, though: I don't know what to do with it. I've had a pre-paid mobile for 5 years, but I've never gotten the hang of using it. I hardly ever remember it, never switch it on, and mostly just leave it on the kitchen table. When I hear people in the street, on the bus, in the train blathering on their mobiles, I'm often annoyed at having to bear witness to their conversations (esp. when they interrupt the conversations they're having with me sat or stood right next to them to take their blasted calls. "Hang on...", they say -- but why should I be the one put on hold? Is my time not just as valuable as that of the person on the other end? Honestly, these days you can't have a decent conversation with anyone without constant interruptions).
Who would I call? More importantly, who would call me? I have no one to ask me to remember to bring the milk. Why did I let myself be seduced by this offer? Just so that on the rare occasions that I do remember to bring my phone, and am forced to take it out in public, I won't be embarrassed by the fact that it's clearly so 5 years ago? (Sorry, trusty old Motorola of mine, but you do look a bit...well, big). Oh well. What's done is done, and I've got a mobile that's silver and small, and I'll probably forget all about it in a week.
And...the double glazing guy called. Weather permitting, they'll do the work on Tuesday.