So, as many of you know, I rely on my kindle. Books that aren’t available to me in this format may, for all I care, just about not exist. And I have actually panicked in the past about what would happen if I lost it, or broke it or it simply stopped working. But I thought to myself “nah, that’ll never happen”….
Then, last week, I commit to my next, massive, reading adventure. Then on Friday, bam (actually “bam” may be too nice a word for it) I fell dramatically, and okay a little comedically.
Now, in the fluster after the fall – and as the giant bruise on my elbow grew – I failed to check on my bag (which had cushioned the fall, somewhat). Only the next morning did I discover that in the process I had broken my kindle! Disaster!
Clearly, I had ordered a new one before I was out of my pyjamas. But still…. £70 down and a lost three days of reading…. not an illustrious start.