The other day The Blonde got herself an upgrade and,as has become traditional, gave me her old handset. So I put aside my nearly-dead Nokia 6610 and stepped into the brave new(ish) world of the Motorola SLVR. But before I did, I had to preserve for posterity a number of special text messages I had saved.
There was the touching message a friend sent me just before I went on a blind date (lovely bloke, no chemistry):
The one which arrived on my 30th birthday, from the friend who'd been too pregnant to come to my birthday do the night before...
...and this gem, from a German friend (who had taken her boyfriend back to Bavaria to make an honest man of him) whose first experience of England was... can you guess?... Sheffield!