And like a rubber ball, I come bouncing back to you

I lost my phone for the three hundredth time this weekend and the internet wasn't working at my flat so I had literally no way of getting in touch with anyone (apologies to everyone who thought I was dead). I even had to go up the road and use a payphone to wish my dad a happy Father's Day. I rang the pub we were in on Friday once I got into work today and had the use of a phone again and am very pleased to report that it is in there.

Don't worry though—there's always an embarrassing twist: the only way I could identify it to the landlady as my phone (as I couldn't remember the make, model or even colour of it!) was the fact that there is a slightly pervy picture of a half naked man as the background. Nice.