It seems that Smartphones have been with us for decades now yet it was only June 2007 when the very first iPhone was launched, since when the Apple brand alone has sold upwards of 500 million units. You need to discount the first Star Trek Communicator which made its first appearance in 1964 of course:
The brilliant business Guru Alan Sugar (Now Lord Sugar) was the genius behind the ground breaking Amstrad Emailer which became such a success in the world of high speed communicators (once you had mastered the 478 page manual of course):
Anyhow, my point is merely how successful 21st Century communicators have become and we all seem to spend an inordinate proportion of our lives staring at their tiny faces and jabbing at them with our inelegant fingers. Perhaps its just me then....
My regular reader may remember the hilarious story of the time I packed a very large parcel for delivery to Scotland and whilst we were awaiting for the courier to collect it I noticed my iPhone had gone missing. Frantic searching and "where was it when you last saw it" inquisitions proved fruitless until in desperation I got Mrs Rine to ring my number. The large parcel waiting in the hall started giving out my distinctive ring tone.
Well here is a follow up tale. At the weekend I spent some time digging over the side garden which involved lots of bending down to pluck out weeds and roots. I was nearly finished when it occurred to me that the iPhone in my top shirt pocket was not there any more.
Looking at the large expanse of neatly tilled earth I once again went into lost-iPhone panic mode and started running the fork across the soil in search of my constant companion. Remembering my previous tale I called Mrs Rine out to ring my number and sure enough I could hear a muffled ring tone coming from the soil. We started digging but nothing appeared. I moved nearer the centre of the bed and we repeated the excercise - once again a muffled ring tone but nothing but earth and worms.
This frustration went on for 20 minutes, with the elusive ring tone appearing to come from all corners of the newly dug patch.
I went into the kitchen for a drink of water as I'd become so hot and bothered. As I filled a glass I heard my distinctive ring tone, but this time it was coming from the inner lining of my cardigan.