At approximately 1am this morning, after a long journey back from Charlton, disaster struck. The trusty T610 (the one pictured at the top of this blog) finally produced its last blunderous hourglass screen, then gave up the ghost. Attempts to revive it have proved fruitless. Its soul has gone to the silicon heaven, and I'm left feeling like a digit has been removed.
I think the genesis of its troubles was in the cup of tea incident. Perhaps wiping it off lastnight finally didn't help, but it was only water really. Why now??
Still, I'm thinking of getting the K700i anyway, so maybe not such a problem. But slightly inconvenient given that I'm taking a couple of days' holiday later this week.
Abi's offered me her Matrix I-style phone for a loan while I get around to the new one.
Very sad, all the same.
James says I need one that's James-textable. An underrated feature, he seems to think...
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