I got a new cell phone last year, not very long before we went back to Spain. I have to say that my one quick run through of the 200 page manual 11 months ago is not really standing me in good stead right now.
Don't get me wrong, I can make a call and receive one, if anyone called me, but I am having a few problems picking up my messages, I took a photo, and discovered a calendar, I even managed to look at my blog on line with it (how much THAT cost I haven't figured out); but darn it all, it took me five tries to save a new phone number.
The jet lag that is leaving me about as intelligent, witty and inspiring as an aging grey and stinking dish-cloth is not helping of course.
If I could only figure out where I left the manual last year. And our bedding, and our bits and pieces of clothes.
I found my cowboy hat though, and that is certainly very important.