Monday, 21 November 2011
I can't be doing with anything too sophisticated or clever though. I'm not interested in iPhones or similar contraptions. I don't need my phone to be able to do anything other than allow me to make and receive calls or text messages.
Mr A on the other hand is obsessed with them. The more complicated the better as far as he is concerned. So naturally it was a big decision for him to make recently, to sell his iPhone (it may not have been an iPhone..I don't really know...but it was an all-singing/all-dancing phone) to raise more money to spend on the garden. He is now using a cheap, simple, secondhand mobile, but I'm sure that when he's working again, a newer one will be top of his to-buy list.
I've therefore had a very simple Nokia for the past 7 years that does the trick for me. Last year I dropped it and damaged the screen. Mr A was all for persuading me to upgrade to a cleverer model, but I managed to get a new screen installed and was happy.
Yesterday morning, I discovered that the screen on my phone was blank...nothing at all. I used the house phone to ring the mobile and it was still working, but of course I can't make calls out or send/receive text messages because I can't see anything.
There are plenty of mobile phone shops here to choose from so we set off to Milas yesterday afternoon to look for a new phone. We spent hours in and out of shops, with Mr A trying out and testing numerous phones...complicated ones...whilst I just kept getting sneers from the assistants every time I produced my old Nokia and asked for a similar one.
I stood my ground and eventually found a phone which did pretty much the same as my old phone...albeit that it was a slimmer version. It was new, the price was OK, but it had no box or guarantee with it, so I wasn't too happy about buying it.
We then retraced our steps, visited all the shops again, looking at secondhand phones. By this time, I was getting fed up with Mr A trying out all the super-dooper contraptions and insisting that they were just what I needed.
He produced a secondhand Nokia, which he said was a brilliant phone. The price was good and feeling under pressure and just wanting to get a phone, I gave in and bought it. I inserted my sim card. Tried it. It worked. So we set off for home.
Of course this phone has far too much clever stuff on it which I will never use..but after an hour or so I managed to work out how to phone and text, which will do for me.
However...there is a problem. If I switch it off I can't switch it back on again. I was pretty annoyed with Mr A for persuading me to buy this bloody contraption, but more annoyed with myself for allowing him to talk me into it. NOTE TO SELF: Do not take Mr A with you when you want to buy anything in future.
At almost 8pm last night, Mr A set off for Milas to take the phone back to the shop. I asked him to just get me a refund. It was closed, but he spoke to a man in the phone shop next door who said it must be that the battery was dead. So he bought a new battery. When he arrived home, he inserted the new battery, put it on charge and guess what? You still can't switch on the bloody phone!
And to top it all...for some unexplained reason...the screen on my old phone has now reappeared. So I'm back to using it and Mr A has been instructed to take the new purchase back to Milas this morning for a refund and not to return until he has my money in his hand.