M found my poor little phone, hanging on by its fingernails in the engine bay of our HiAce van. It was so near to the ground that if it had got bumped it would have been curtains for my (admittedly antique) Nokia 5110. By the way (finger pointing in the direction of Queensland) I did not put it there. I must have left it on the seat. The problem being that to access the engine you have to flip the middle front seat up…and that’s when it must have plopped to almost meet it’s doom. So now we just have to discover how much it will be to post it down and whether it’ll be worth the angst. When I have money one day I am going to gorge myself on gigs, like seeing Beth Orton at the Athenaeum *sniffle*