Ian O'Doherty: A week in electronic exile -- it's harder than it sounds
Well, I made it. But just barely. If you read the column the other day (and if you didn't then spend 20 minutes sitting in the naughty chair as you write me a letter of apology) you might remember that I mentioned I'd lost my phone charger and had yet to get a new one.
As soon as my mobile went dead last Saturday I immediately prepared to head into town to get a replacement.
And then I thought . . . hang on a minute. Would it be so bad to spend a few days without a phone?