4 February 2006 Where Is My Phone?
Mrs Monk frequently drops her Mobile Phone. And if she is not dropping it accidentally, she is frequently seen tossing it recklessly. Because of her record of misuse of telecommunications, she is designated the user of the crudiest phone in the household. This is how it works: Mrs Monk dropped her brand new phone in the shower; (I always found it a good idea not to attempt to use a phone in the shower, but Mrs Monk has a different perspective). Accordingly, we were obliged to buy a new phone, and Mrs Monk got to inherit my old phone. (Nokia), and I got the new phone (Motorola with a camera), Does this sound fair to you? No, then let me go on.
In due course Mrs Monk dropped my old phone, (her new old phone), in the toilet at school. She came home sheepishly that evening and confessed. We recovered the old “shower” phone from the bottom drawer, and play around with it, and remarkably it works, but for the digit 4 button, which worked only intermittently during texting.
3 Days later Mrs Monk again returned home from school, with that familiar sheepish look, for she had once again dropped the phone in the toilet at school.
Try to put aside those unfortunate images I have created.
The point is that Mrs Monk is not to be trusted with valuables, particularly those which do not mix with bathrooms and toilets and swimming pools.
As I type this tale, I notice that my phone is missing, just as it was yesterday at this time when Mrs monk was at the Swimming Pool, where she will swim in wet water and have a wet shower and without doubt, visit the toilet. Pray for my phone.