It was of course not prompted by a desire to give it a clean or even to test out how a fifteen year old Nokia hand set survives a 54 minute number 3 wash cycle.
It was instead just a daft mistake and is really a reminder of how checking in the pockets is a sensible thing to do.
And of course it raises again just how much we have all become reliant on these hand held communication devices.
Now using a telephone box won’t be that much of a hassle but I fear that for a while at least I shall be deaf to the world added to which we will have to make arrangements when we are both out in town as to where we will meet and when, rather than rely on a quick call.
Not that this will be that much of a chore it is after all how have we all got by before the mobile.
A little of me wonders whether given its very basic nature my Nokia might just come through after a long period in the sun.
In the meantime I could revert to my Nokia 3310 which has the added advantage that its battery lasts forever, it bounces when you drop it and it plays Snake.
Alternatively perhaps it is time to explore smart phones, which because they are bigger than my Nokia are less likely to be forgotten in a pocket on wash day.
We shall see.
Picture; Nokia 6310, 2015 from the collection of Andrew Simpson
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