The more choices we have, the harder it is to make a decision

Lately, I’ve been thinking about changing my handphone. My current model is a dinosaur. Last week, I left it in a coffee shop by accident, and when I returned three hours later, it was still sitting on the table where I’d left it. I guess the hieroglyphic keypad put most people off. If it had been an iPhone100, or whatever number Apple is up to these days, I’m sure it would have been pocketed by someone a few seconds after I’d gone.

And no, I don’t want to replace my phone just because it’s old. Sometimes, when I try to call a number my phone freezes, forcing me to open up the back of the wretched thing and remove the battery for a few seconds – this has also been the cause of many broken fingernails. Other times, no matter which option I select, the phone activates the camera app and automatically takes a photo. I now have an entire series of photos of my knees, various tables, my feet and my broken fingernails.