Whilst some may say there is a thin line between madness and genius, in my case I think there is perhaps a thinner line between genius and stupidity.

Almost three weeks ago I entered the living room, with my first cup of heart-starting coffee for the day.  Through bleary eyes, I was able to discern something black poking out of Bubbles mouth.  By the second or third quick gulp of hot coffee I was able to open my peepers wide enough to focus properly.  Unfortunately, by this time, it was just a little too late.

I watched in horror as Bubble gave the final milky drooly kiss of death to my mobile phone.

She giggled with delight as I swooped down on her, to retrieve one of my treasured links to the outside world, from her wet little fingers.  The screen blinked and the battery buzzed hotly in my hand, before it gave-up-the-ghost entirely and everything went blank.

Hurriedly, I took it apart, drained the hot milky reservoir from its vital organs and did my best to rescue it.

Alas!  It was not to be.  Even dried out and reassembled, it refused to turn back on.

I admit, it was only with minor regret for my LG mobile that I leapt onto my laptop to begin window shopping on the Virgin mobile website.  At last, I had the perfect excuse to get my mitts on a much coveted Iphone. 

After a little more research, I found that I was just a few weeks from the end of my current contract.  All I had to do was sit tight, for a few weeks, and manage without my phone, and that Iphone would be mine!  (Mwahahahaha!)

I whiled the weeks away, thinking about how happy my new phone and I would be together.

Anyway…today in something akin to blind panic, I realised that I have left it too late now to get a phone before I fly to Adelaide.  Eeeek!  To leave Hubbster, Woo, Foghorn and Bubble for two nights without any means of being contacted is unthinkable.  So in a fit of desperation I decided to dig out my soggy old phone and try one last time.

It is amazing what you can achieve when you have enough motivation.

Around five minutes after my phone-related-panic, I hit send on a text message to Hubbster.

Seconds later, the phone rang.

“What happened?  I thought the phone was broken?”  he asked puzzled.

“Yeah, so did I.  But I decided to have one last shot and tried a bit of this…and a bit of that, you know, and it worked.” I replied faking some kind of technological mastery over mobile phones.

I didn’t want to admit, that it had suddenly dawned on me that perhaps the bloody thing just needed charging!

Do you have any mobile phone horror stories involving your children?

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