Okay, so I’ll preface this post with the fact that it goes without saying that my little family, hubby and Little M, are the one thing I can’t live without. But I tend not to write long gushy posts about how much they mean to me (I find it boosts my husbands ego in a way that cannot be healthy and frankly, I don’t want to make my readers want to reach for a bucket).
So, I’ve decided to approach this from a purely materialistic point of view, and say that the one thing I can’t live without is, of course, my phone.
I think I must open an app at least one hundred times a day. I almost wish I had some kind of counter that tells me how often I have opened each app – I feel like I’m in a constant Twitter-Facebook-Instagram loop! And yesterday I decided that I was probably missing a trick and ought to add Pinterest to my blogging portfolio, so no doubt that will get added to the cycle too. Which is dangerous. I swear I lost days of my life to Pinterest when I was wedding planning.
Anyway, my Pinterest profile is here if you fancy a gander. I haven’t got much on there as yet as it’s been set up for less than 24 hours, but I’m trying to go back through old posts and revive them a little bit to add pinnable images etc. (ooh, get me, I almost sound like I know what I’m talking about, don’t I?!)
I’ve always got my phone to hand, and hubby is always moaning at me to put it away, especially when I’m using it in front of Little M. But I would like to point out that I do know how to put it down – I am not a neglectful parent! Fortunately hubby now recognises that my blog is important to me and that the myriad of apps on my phone are helping me to maintain it.
My father-in-law also recognises the useful qualities of my iPhone, which he refers to as my ‘machine’. “Have you got your machine with you?” he’ll ask, before getting me to look up whatever phone number or share price he might require. He lives in the dark ages, you see, and doesn’t have any form of internet connection, or a mobile phone. I’m not really sure how he ever found anything out before I came along with my ‘machine’!
On a more serious note, I hate being without my phone because I always have a constant worry in the back of my mind as to what I’ll do if something happens. I’m not entirely sure what that something is, but it would take the form of an emergency of some description. What on earth would I do if I didn’t have my phone to call the emergency services?
I’m very fortunate in that I’ve never had to call 999 before, but I clearly have a deep-seated angst about it as every time I have a dream in which I require an ambulance or fire engine, when I’ve called 999, it’s always gone horribly wrong and I’ve not been able to resolve the problem at hand. I’m not sure where this stems from but it has happened a lot. I can’t call it a recurring nightmare as such, as different events always lead to the 999 call, but the same dreadful outcome always results. The mind is a funny thing, isn’t it?
Phones aren’t really just phones anymore, are they? My phone is also my camera. While I’d love to be able to afford a flashy DSLR camera, I can’t at the moment, so the iPhone will just have to do! It’s far better quality that my old compact camera, and I have it with me all the time anyway, so in a way it’s the ideal solution. Plus, if anything terrible did happen to my phone, I wouldn’t have to worry as all of my photos are automatically backed up in the cloud.
Gotta love technology, hey? What’s the one thing you couldn’t live without?