I have a mobile phone though I can never remember my number as I rarely give it out.
My parents have the number though they are unlikely to ever call it
Cat has the number – though she has probably filed it "away"
I use my phone to send and receive text messages from my kids.
The manservant does not have a mobile. He sends emails from his computer to my phone – which appear as text messages because I don't do the browser function. In fact 99% of the functions on my phone I do not use; the time and date are wrong and I don't care.
On the weekend I found the "spare" mobile I have which I lend to Aussie visitors so that they have a phone while staying without the huge phone bills from roaming outside Australia. It is a pay-as-you-go phone.
I gave it to the manservant and said "here is a phone you can take with you to the supermarket so that when they don't have the mango salsa I like you can ring and tell me and not just bring home something I'm not going to like".
Oh – thank you so much he says with more than a hint of sarcasm.
As I was off to bed last night I checked my own mobile to find that it was dead, dead, dead!!
I took the battery out (numerous times), wiped things down, took the sim card out and re-inserted. Checked the charger cord etc etc. It remained seriously dead.
Have you touched my phone? I ask (accuse?) …….. as I was taking the spare phone back and putting my sim card into it, it occurred to me that some psychic sabotage had occurred as now there was no spare phone to take to the supermarket!
Here is food I loved! Taken in Florence: