It was a dark and stormy night. /wry face
I tucked the phone into the skirt pocket, opened the compact umbrella, wrapped the billowing skirt around myself and hurriedly trotted home.
With less than five minutes left to home, I checked the pocket to make sure the phone was still inside. Yes it was.
Reached home, reached into pocket… Nothing.
As I half-heartedly searched through my pouch, the other half called the phone.
First call: A couple of rings.
Second call: Straight to voice mail.
We sprang into action.
- Suspend and order new sim card
- Order new phone
- Put iPhone into remote wipe mode
- Change email password, set 2-factor authentication via SMS to other half’s phone. Check to make sure it works.
- Change a few other important passwords.
Once that was all done, other half nodded and said, “it could have happened at a worse time”.
A. Despite it being a relatively packed social engagement week due to the festive period, we would always be travelling around together, so I could rely on him to be my point of contact and for GPS directions.
B. I was already in the market for a new phone and we had set aside budget to purchase one.
C. I could truly disconnect over the weekend. Peace!
It has been a full 3 days of no phone. I have had no phone whilst being at retreats, but not while living “daily” life. It has been great! When out travelling, I stare idly around, taking in people and scenery or chatting with the other half more.
Fun fact: When phone-less, only five people were personally informed. Others found out from (1) my Facebook post (2) other half posting to two (friends) group chats.