Just over a year ago my phone decided to spontaneously combust.
Up until that point it had been a functional but nonetheless unglamorous model of smart phone. It was the best one I’d ever owned, but significantly less good than the phones most other people seemed to own. As I’ve mentioned in other posts, I’ve never really got on board with the whole digital revolution so I’ve generally gone down the ‘budget’ route when it comes to mobile technology.
Still it was light years ahead of the phone that Mrs Proclaims had, which was one of those phones that was, well, really just a phone. I mean you could text with it as well but not much else. If I was not a fan of digital media, then Mrs Proclaims might actually have been a little bit afraid of it all. She’s still not entirely sure what an ‘app’ is to this day.
Don’t judge her though – she knows an awful lot about eighteenth and nineteenth century French literature.
Which is rarely useful (but quite impressive?).
Also her phone never set fire to itself. Continue reading Double Digital Detox