Mobility problems — 8 Comments

  1. I use my iPhone 6S all the time.  I text people.  I check things out by searching in Dogpile.  I read blogs when I’m not at home.  I check my twitter feed, again when I’m not at home.

    I rarely ever use it as a telephone!

    • Maybe we should share just one device?  I’ll use it for phone calls and you can use it for the rest?

  2. I’m using mine a lot. Mine is a phablet and as such it does all sorts. Got a 3000mah battery. It only cost about £50. I’m really pleased. Couldn’t live without it!

    Enjoyed your post – and all the others which I read but haven’t time to comment on. 

    • Herself keeps nagging me to change my device but once I can make phone calls I’m happy.

      Someone has been using my “Like” button!!

  3. Just got 2 (one straight, one bent) Lorenzo (liked their motto –  Made for real men with strong hands :)) ) briar pipes in in the mail. It’s an improved experience from the cheap Chinese pipe I’d used before. Not that these are expensive – about £11-12 apiece, but they are lighter and the bowl is a bit bigger so I don’t have to relight so often. Happy puffing 🙂

  4. You know that you can go into the app and switch off the annoying screen? That’s what I had to do.

  5. I am, it seems the only person in the world who doesn’t own a mobile phone and I have to admit that I become increasingly glad about that the longer time goes on.  For starters, the technology has now moved beyond me.  Back in the day when the mobile phone was just, well, a phone, I could just about manage to use one.  Put in the number, then press green for “go” and red for “stop” to hang up.  But these days, I can’t use the damned thing at all.  My OH has a smartphone and whenever it rings and I am in a position to answer it instead of him, I can’t.  “What do I press?” I cry in a panic.  “Press the arrow on the right,” he’ll reply.  But there is no arrow that I can see.  I jab frantically at what looks like the bit of the screen that’ll result in the call coming through, only to be confronted with his entire list of contact numbers.  “Where’s the back button?” I ask.  “Move the screen to the left,” he orders.  I try.  The list moves to one side, then bounces back into view again.  “It’s not working,” I state with authority. “Yes it is. Just move your thumb over it and press the caller’s name,” he replies.  I try again.  The contact list stares back at me stubbornly.  Then I spot the arrow.  It isn’t on the screen – it’s on the plastic casing at the bottom.  I press it, convinced that this time I’ll be able to hear the caller. “Hello?” I say.  Silence.  “Hello?”  Nothing.  They’ve hung up – bored with waiting, no doubt.  Then, two seconds later, the darned thing bleeps.  A text has arrived from the caller.  “Shall I open that?” I ask.  He declines.  “No.  Just leave it, I’ll do it later,” he says.  I can’t think why …

  6. I still own my first mobile ‘phone. It is a Motorola which had to be installed in the car and came with a battery pack of “sack of potatoes” size. Sadly, when something changed, my expensive (£25 per month in 1985} gadget suddenly did not work. Naturally I complained and the company provided me with a “free” hand-held mobile. Now on its third generation, the ‘phone has almost nothing in common with modern systems. It is very easy to use, makes and receives telephone calls, battery lasts for weeks because I never use it and it costs about £10 a year when I regretfully have to top up the available credit. There’s no wiping the screen, useless apps, internet access or other rubbish. It does what it says on the tin – it’s a mobile ‘phone. A very valuable asset, but not an expensive toy to take over my life. Oh, and I can’t stand the idiots who enter a restaurant and immediately start doing something with their “‘phones”. Get real.

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