It’s fairly generally known that I am not good before my first morning tea. Last Sunday we were heading up north to go and see the Hands for Bess’s third birthday party, and so, although we weren’t exactly rushing, we had to walk the dogs before we left, and so I needed to drink my pint of tea reasonably promptly. I also had to charge my phone – a fully charged phone guarantees that we will never need to call our recovery service. A flat phone battery on the other hand…
The charger was in the socket behind my mug of tea. I picked up the cable, started to plug it into my phone, fumbled, and promptly dropped my phone into my pint of hot tea, complete with milk and sugar. I rescued it quickly, but not surprisingly, it sulked, and wouldn’t switch on.
I took it apart (thank goodness it wasn’t a sealed i-phone), dried it, and left it on a radiator. It also continued to dry on the way to Yorkshire, and I was relieved when it seemed to work after we arrived.
However, the phone has been deteriorating since, and by Tuesday it was almost impossible to use the touch screen, and phone conversations kept breaking up. As Simon said, from his end it seemed that I was talking under water. No, not water – tea.
Several people advised placing the phone in rice, and so that is what I have done – and I haven’t stinted; it is top quality basmati rice, which elicited a minor grumble from Chantal. Further advice has been to leave it there for a few days – and so we will see what the weekend brings.
And in the meantime? Since the Samsung has a standard SIM card, it’s good to have my good old fashioned reliable Nokia back.
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
