Mobile phones – and how to survive with them

As I was spending roughly £10.00 per month on my pay-as-you-go mobile phone, and both my daughters had posh smart phones which made me envious, I decided to upgrade to pay monthly.

Vodafone (I’m limited to Vodafone on account of there being no other signal is this remote area of the British Isles) had a good offer of a free Blackberry for £15.00 per month.

Sounded too good to miss, so I went into the Vodafone shop in Norwich to speak to a real person. Chris was a very nice young man who patiently answered all my questions and offered me the first two months free.

Excellent.

It’s a lovely little phone, and downloads all my emails too (whether I want it to or not.)

I’ve been trying to get onto the Vodafone website ever since, to check up on whether I’m within my monthly allowance. Today – for the first time – I actually managed to get on and see my account.

To my horror I discover I’m somehow a business – how did that happen? My bill this month was £15.38 – what was the extra .38 for? And they’ve added on a hefty £7.00 for business insurance!

To add insult to injury, a call I made from Norwich to home (and we live in Norwich) was charged, even though I was nowhere near my limit of 100 minutes. An 0800 call was charged too – also within the 100 minutes.

Can anyone explain any of this to me? I have emailed Vodafone, but without much confidence that I’ll get my queries answered.

So my final question is, how do you survive mobile phones?

More gorgeous weather

More gorgeous weather, although there’s been a cold wind for the last few days, but too nice to stay indoors.

I so wanted to share my recently discovered bluebell wood with you, that I ventured out again yesterday to take some more photos with my phone – and thanks to LustorLove , have managed to transfer them to my computer.

There was just one problem. Yet again, I got hopelessly lost, discovering (the hard way) more boggy land, plenty of brambles and nettles, and some less-than-attractive barbed wire. I climbed over that, risking a fate worse than death to both clothes and person, and managed to find myself on a track I actually recognised.

it turned a half-hour walk into a two-and-a-half-hour trek, but hey! I got home – eventually – only a little the worse for wear.

Collapsed into and armchair, quaffed the restorative mug of tea (essential for us Brits), turned on the television, and soon recovered. Well, soon dropped off, to be honest, but who’s counting?

Anyway, here are some of those photos, starting with the most fantastic rhododendron in someone’s garden. I took a quick pic from the road.

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