I love my iPhone. I can't live without it. It's my home cinema. My music system. My laptop. My X-Box. My exercise book. My diary. My phone. My sat nav. All these things rolled into a single device. It's been playing up in last few days. People can't hear me and I can't hear them when I call. So I call the Apple helpline and they troubleshoot. Nothing helps. They suggest sending it in. "How long will it take before I have it back?" "Oh, about six working days". I will be bereft. Hmm. Time to pull the cripple card: "I'm a wheelchair user and depend on my iPhone. If I don't have it and fall out of my chair, I'll be stuck like a beetle on the ground until someone walks by". "Ah. Ok, why don't you bring it in to your nearest Apple store tomorrow".
So today I drive to Bristol and back for a fifteen minute session with a tech guy. It's a one hour drive each way. However, I get to play with the amazing new iPod shuffle. And I get a new iPhone. Unfortunately, because the screen is cracked, its faults are seen as accidental damage. Even more unfortunately, it costs £200 to replace. And most unfortunate of all, I didn't take out phone insurance because it's usually such a rip-off. Big mistake. Huge. You can only take out insurance when you buy the thing. Still, I now have a gleaming spinky spanky new iPhone. I wonder if I can insure it this time...
