Grapes and Mobile Phones

Saturday came and went, not, I must add, as most of my Saturdays tend to go, but with a touch of spice and a hint of that little something extra. In plain unforgiving English - I lost my phone. It wasn't stolen, it wasn't taken from me by force, it wasn't even somebody else's fault, I simply forgot to take it with me when I left the cafe after lunch. Had the chicken salad been outstanding or the mineral water been of some divine source, or if it all been crap and given me a reason to wake my doctor for, it could be accepted that I forgot my routine. No, it was in itself a routine meal, average, border-line bland and without being cruel or unfair,  in a word or two, just another forgettable meal. But did I forget that meal? No, no I did not. I forgot my phone, my flip face memory keeper, my earpiece to the world, my (not so) little sony-ericsson. But I digress, for it was a good day, a memorable day and I live in a society of mostly good and honest people, so today I called and they had the little chap, my silver buddy, my s700i. He'd had a weekend away, he'd met some new people and I am sure somewhere in all this, he had taught me a lesson. So I am me again, the full unadulterated, grape eating me. I so need a new phone.