We were half way to Wanaka on Thursday afternoon when I realised I’d left my phone at home.
When we got back an hour ago I found it in my car where it must have been since I went to town on Wednesday.
The battery was flat but it’s now charged enough to tell me I missed six calls and had four messages.
Fortunately none of them was urgent and they were all from people who would have known to call my farmer when they couldn’t get hold of me if they really needed to.
I don’t remember when I got my first mobile but I do remember how it was before then. Toll calls were reserved for matters of great importance and anything else was conveyed by letter.
There are lots of advantages of relatively cheap mobile calls and texting but the weekend has proved that I can do without access to them for a few days.