Last week you read of my decision and first few hours after switching from an iPhone to a Samsung Galaxy Note 3.
That was on a Thursday.
Friday, the next morning (my birthday by the way) started off with errands. I wanted to be in a good mood. But by noon, after going with one of the triplets for his restricted driving test and running around Botany, I was in a surly mood. Especially with all the fumbling around with the new phone.
I liken it to having spent years on a PC; using Microsoft and being very familiar with the software and knowing how to find the answer to things you don't know. Then you switch - without help or a manual - to a Mac. New controls. New verbiage. All new software, even with the programs you know.
Therefore I did what any smart birthday girl would have done. I turned off the phone. Got rid of the teen. Got rid of Bella, our little Chihuahua that always jumps in my handbag when she sees I'm going out and knows 5 out of 10 time I won't have the heart to leave her home. I took myself out to lunch, had a wee walk along Tamaki Drive, calmed down and went home. Then turned the phone back on.