MY LIFE IN LIPPY AND LEOPARD PRINT
My HTC Desire phone and I have been together for about two years. She’s gone with me everywhere, taken some amazing phone calls and sad ones too. Over the summer I dropped Lucille *coughs* in the bath. It wasn’t a full bath but one I had just started running. She only got a little bit damp and Radox-y, she was a bit jittery for a few days but went back to normal after that.
Then in November it started. Her camera wouldn’t work, then it did. Lucille wouldn’t recognise her SIM card, then she did. And finally, her predictive text went into Polish.
But I still wouldn’t give up on her. Until yesterday. A colleague called me and I couldn’t hear anything. He called again. More silence.
So, Andy & I had a conversation:
Me: There’s something wrong with my phone.
Me: I can send texts, take pictures but can’t make or receive calls.
Andy: Isn’t that what phones are fundamentally meant to do? Make phone calls?
Me: You may have a point.
So it’s the end of the road for my HTC Desire and me, she’s gone to the phone hospital but I’ve bitten the bullet and upgraded to a HTC One. Bizarrely, the monthly tariff is cheaper. I’m not sure how that happened, exactly.
So goodbye HTC Desire, we had a good two years. When you get back from the phone hospital, who knows?