Haven't had a chance to blog before now, but Saturday, as soon as we got off the coach in Dorset, Dad took us down to Poole to pick up my replacement Nokia E61. Phew. I have to say, the staff in the Poole Carphone Warehouse were lovely, and the entire unpleasant experience was very much softened by their kindness, and by the efficiency of the Carphone Warehouse's insurance department, who didn't quibble at all about replacing my mobile even though I'd had it such a short time. Even the excess, which I expected to be quite a lot, was only 30 quid. Compared to the 200 quid nature of the phone, that's trivial.
In fact, I wouldn't ever buy direct from a phone provider now, as I always have in the past – I will always go to the Carphone Warehouse, and I will always buy their insurance. Especially now that I'm hooked on smartphones and am unlikely to go back to the kinds of cheap, minimalist phones that you can easily replace at little cost.
That said, I'm much more aware now that having a flashy phone makes you a target, and being 'normally so careful' – as my amazed parents described me as they tried to comprehend that their diligent daughter had had her phone nicked – isn't good enough. You have to always be careful.
I will, therefore, be much less likely to use my phone outside and in public unless I really, really have to. Which somewhat makes a mockery of bothering to have a phone that's mobile, but I just don't want to go through all that again.
One annoying point, though, is that I can't transfer my number over from Orange to O2, because unlike T-Mobile who will transfer your number at any time after you've bought your phone, 02 want you to do it at the time you buy, so I'm too late. Rats. So it's a new phone number for me, whether I like it or not. Which is a bummer as I've just sent out Christmas cards with the wrong phone number in. Oops.
Anyway, all's well that ends well, and frankly it's not like I'm not easily found online if people really want to find me.
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