• A robber robbed my phone. I ran home in my Jorts and teva’s to remote-lock it. But then realised that I couldn’t upload my garmin activity from the run because I had no phone. I did an exercise and there was no social proof.
• …but seriously, this robber was a silent zen e-bike ninja. Silent like the silence of portuguese Navare waves, silent like the yaw of a container ship. Silence like the iceberg that sank the titanic. Silent until BLAM, my sunny, smiling, reggae soundtracked life is flipped into murky, worried chaos of email exchanges with network providers and banks and locating base keys for 2 factor authentication.
• …but seriously. Modern theft is insane. Phone stolen 12.45 pm Monday, cards cancelled and phone remote wiped by 1.30 pm Monday. By 12.45pm Wednesday I have a new phone with exactly the same photo’s, accesses, emails, contacts, and life goes on. There’s no relationship with the shiny brick in your pocket, it’s a relationship with the content the brick helps you access.
• I’m on hols with the family in Anglesey in a house built in 1874