So, Millie (inadvertently) destroyed Jonathan's mobile sometime last week and since he has finally got used to having a phone, I had to go and get him a new one.
I went to Vodafone in Newbury because I have a contract with them, and the very helpful young man (I do wonder if Vodafone is breaking any child employment laws) suggested I up grade my phone - this meant that Jonathan can have my unbreakable old phone.
Still works as good as knew.
So I was given a new phone (I thought maybe it was an I phone and bought a holder for it - but the holder's too small so I was wrong about that) which apparently needed a different SIM card.
I then watched as my assistant went up to every other assistant in the store, showed them something, and saw their faces light up with amazement.
Apparently my SIM card was the oldest they'd ever seen, and one of them said it was older than him. I am certain Vodafone is breaking child employment laws. He said I should keep it for the sake of history. Hmmm.
Anyway, I came home and fiddled a bit with my new phone, and then realised it was time to feed the chicken and geese. I put my phone in a glove (I've lost the other one) to keep it safe, and went out.
When I got back in, I wondered what the black thing was in the corner
and was pleased to see it was the glove I thought I'd lost.
Then I went into the kitchen and saw Millie looking like this:
This look only ever means one thing.
And then I saw this and my stomach sank:
Unbelievably it was intact and still works, so I couldn't be too cross with her.