It all began with a spoon. I'm not sure why Sam had brought a spoon into the lounge, but he had abandoned it near the sofa and I asked him to pick it up and take it into the kitchen. We were on our way out to top up Sam's phone so when he picked up the spoon he was carrying his phone in the other hand. He intended to drop the spoon into the washing up bowl, but somehow it was the phone that ended up in the bowl. He snatched it back straight away, but phones, like cats respond very badly to baths. It had only been dipped rather than dunked and the battery and sim were dry, but the phone was unresponsive. We took it apart and left it to dry out for a couple of hours. Sam was furious with himself and with the world in general, so I reassured him that if it didn't work he would be able to put his sim in a spare phone until we could sort his phone out.
When we got home Sam tried his phone, it spluttered and switched itself off several times before deciding to create total anarchy by working to a whole new set of rules. The first row of numbers all registered as number one, the remainder were all number four. Sam only realised this when he tried and failed to enter his pin and the phone locked him out. He had to go and find his puk code, but I wouldn't let him try to enter it because the numbers were not being recognised correctly. This was the last straw for Sam and his frustration exploded from within, he reminded me of the Incredible Hulk as he grimaced and raged. We put Sam's sim into my phone, entered the puk code successfully and then turned off the pin setting so that Sam could try it in his own phone again. It was still playing by it's own rules, so Sam is using Laura's old phone instead.
A momentary error managed to waste most of our afternoon and the frustration it caused, left Sam dancing with rage. I must admit that I occasionally find myself yearning for the time before mobile phones took over our lives!
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