If we don’t have a phone in our hands we are sent into a state of panic. If I leave the house without my phone I feel as if I am completely naked. In our modern society, the phone is the must-have fashion accessory.
When I travelled I could get a signal in the Congo but when I go to my parents’ house in the Western Isles I can’t. You have to go up to the attic to get a signal if its raining. If it’s sunny you have to go half a mile up the peat road. I hold the phone up to the phone gods as if it is going to make a difference! My parents have a mobile phone but you can never get them to answer because Mum says that if she turns it on it will waste the battery and cost her money. When I write to them the cost of the stamp is more expensive than a phone call to them.
I was in a phone shop recently and a male customer was trying to convince the assistant that he had indeed dropped his phone and the screen had cracked. The assistant asked about the hole in the middle of the screen and stated that it did indeed look like a stiletto heel had stomped on the screen. The customer then confessed that he had a row with his girlfriend. The assistant drew a long low breath. You just know it’s going to cost a fortune to fix. Naughty boy.
People forget that when they are talking on the phone that they are invariably in public. I have been witness to many a private and intimate conversation. People very rarely say I will phone you back. It as if they think that no one can hear their whole conversation. Another example of this is when medical staff think that the curtains they pull around a bed space in a ward are soundproof.
For me, my phone is not a fashion accessory it’s for work. I am not bothered about how old it is or what make it is as long as it does what I need it to do.
I enjoy when I am flying alone because for those hours it’s a time of reflection and quiet. There are some flights that have WiFi but when you fly over some countries you can’t use it. You have to make sure that all your work is saved.