Sooo, I have a new phone.
A few months ago my mother-in-law switched from Vodafone to Telecom, and because she had the same (Vodafone) phone as Al, she gave us her old phone as a spare. Lucky thing, that. So, add one new sim card, hook it up to my account, and we're back in business.
Credit where credit is due too - Vodafone were great about the whole thing. I phoned them and said it had been stolen, provided the appropriate confirmations to provide that it was, in fact, my phone and they put an immediate block on the account. They also let Al go in to a V. store and hook the new sim card up to my phone (requiring ID up the wazoo, but still, they let him do it) which saved me an enormous hassle, and from being without a phone for the week. All I had to do was ring in myself to lift the block. Very helpful of them.
One more day until the specialist appointment. I'll be glad when it's over and I can stop kicking sand. This week has been so tense, I feel like I'm walking around broken glass in bare feet. It doesn't help that other things are going wrong at an alarming rate ... although, at this point, once the phone got stolen, I was just amused (aside from having to hunt down all my contacts again, and the loss of gorgeous fur-kid pics that I hadn't downloaded to my computer yet. That annoys me immensely). Plus, last night, I baked the biggest chocolate cake I've ever baked, and although I refrained from having it for breakfast, morning tea is going to be very enjoyable.
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