In mitigation I must say it was the day Frog dog dislocated one of his legs and I had put the phone in the wrong pocket. Under normal circumstances I am aware that parts of my coat don't always get into the car at the same time as me. Many items have been crushed when I slam the car door but up to now nothing of note.
Actually it wasn't completely broken - the damage was to the screen, only half of it showed. Had I been thinking clearly I could have saved the last number I'd rung, thus maintaining contact with the terrible Goddess [I had reported in, minutes before, re:Frog]. Instead I tried rooting through the menu by memory, thinking I was dialing the vet. After I had spoken several times to the local undertakers I decided to give it up as a bad job.
When Frog had been sorted out I went home to break the news to the TG. Luckily we were due for an upgrade and she took it very well considering. I was wearing shin pads [I keep a spare pair in the shed] but they weren't needed for long.
We now have, after some of the TG's speciality - the negotiating skills of a Rottweiller- a fantastic camara with a telephone attached.
Although Papersurfer he say, very wisely, that "the joy of a new phone doesn't last very long" I am still going through the honeymoon phase and am very proud to present a picture from my new friend!
I'm hanging onto the old phone in case of a real emergency
