Falling out of love


“I don’t believe it,” I said. “How could you?”

There was no response.

I tried again. “You’re joking. Just messing around.”



My iPhone sat there, looking innocent. All my contacts for the last two years or so… gone. Vanished. Poof! My list of recent calls was just a list of random numbers, each from some weirdo called “unknown”.

Furious woman“Why?”

I clearly hadn’t gone past the pleading / disbelief stage.

“I need to call Jo.”

I called Jo yesterday – along with half a dozen other people – and now I’d no way of knowing which number to dial. Gone are the days of remembering all the phone numbers I ever needed. They were over a long time ago.

Maybe the numbers would still be in the contacts list, and there was just some trickery connecting the dots to recent calls?


Clutching-at-straws time.

Coz you see, the names had disappeared from contacts too. An unknown number of people had been culled – for no reason – without me doing anything. The only time I’ll be able to add them back is if / when they call me, and I have to answer when I haven’t got a freaking clue who’s on the other end of the phone. Don’t know about you, but I HATE that. Hate it with a passion. That’s one thing I love about smartphones – they tell you who’s calling. And that’s fantastic – until they don’t.

After having to go through my email to find Jo’s number (so slooooow), and adding him back as a contact, I had a brainwave. Two, actually.

  1. I asked Google. The answers, while sounding helpful, had no effect.
  2. I spent an hour going through my text messages, figuring out who I was speaking with in each, and recreating some of my contacts list from that. Equally slow. Painfully, tediously slow.


My last ditch attempt is to download the most recent bug-fix-update, and hope it works. If not… the conversation will go something like this.

Me: How can I trust you after this? I can’t. You might do it again.

Me: Don’t look at me like that. It’s not my fault you couldn’t do your job properly.

Me: *sigh* It’s not you, it’s me. Hang on…no, it IS you. I’m sorry, but I’m going to look at an upgrade. *cries*


…The update is still loading. Only time will tell…

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