I’m awful an eedjut!!!
Major panic this morning, as I declare my new(-ish) iPhone lost.
A week or two back I got an iPhone 6S off a local FB seller, with a broken screen and very, very cheap – already up there in the idiot stakes. I then poured more money into fixing it: new screen and new touch sensor dingus, installed by local techy/phone place.
The iPhone finally worked, looked fine, and was still, all in, considerably cheaper than via other means.
Then last night I dashed out, about 7.30-8 ‘ish, to buy another FB local seller cheapie item. And this morning, when we couldn’t find my iPhone, I assumed it’d fallen out whilst collecting the latter.
Much stress, searching and driving around later, I remember that I completed Teresa and my census on it, about 11pm last night, and fell asleep listening to From The Oast House, by my hero and role model, Alan Gordon Parsnip.
The one place Teresa and I didn’t tear apart prior to the pre-work taxi-run was right beside the bed.
BTW, the accompanying pic of Trump, apparently doing a particularly eggy ‘trump’, seemed suitably idiotic to express my delusional ineptitude…