Sorry, Jayne, love - I've only just spotted your post. You are right about pedestrians being touched by the subject and I am working on a poem for the comp (that's how I know about Satan, so to speak) but your note about people with their satty-navical phones made me laugh.
Oh, Jayne - my own mobile is an ancient Samsung that cost me nine-ninety-nine. It makes telephone calls and receives them when it's switched on, which it almost never is. Along with it, I carry a single Duracell battery with a little wire so I can charge it up when I've forgotten to do the power-point thing.
Up to a point it's a lifestyle choice, but that's convenient because if I didn't accept it cheerfully, I'd be all envious and resentful.
At one time, my house looked vastly different from the others in the terrace because it had ivy and flowers in pots, but over the years my neighbours have joined me and there's windowboxes and great buckets of cosmos and carnations, so now the way I tell people to find it is "look for the one without a satellite dish".
I am smiling affectionately in your direction.
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