Okay, some would say I shouldn’t complain, I’ve had a good 4 years out of my iPhone 5…but this morning I am sad to report that she’s… gone. Not a peep or chirp, nor a flicker of light from her perfect unscratched screen (I have cared for her very well). She just passed away quietly in her sleep overnight. I assume she didn’t feel a thing.
To be honest she’d been going downhill for a while now, switching off with 45% battery left, losing sound and needing to be rebooted, that sort of thing. But I babied that phone, I really did. I thought I could manage to get another good year out of her, keep her limping along. Her quality of life was pretty good. We could still download apps, I always downloaded and then deleted pictures when I needed the space, to keep her running smoothly. I didn’t even keep too much music on there; we sang, we danced, but I used Spotify. I could even use Snapchat, if I kept the battery well charged and used it sparingly. (Note on Snapchat: my husband HATES it, so I only have two people who ‘snap’ me, and I have to watch their ‘snaps’ secretly when he’s out of earshot or I can hear him rolling his eyes. True story.)
So, back to the phone – this all came as a bit of a shock, if I’m honest. What I am most upset about are my most recent photos. My husband and daughter ran the Hardmoors Half Marathon yesterday and I had taken some fantastic pictures of them, both before, during (start and finish) and after the race. I hadn’t gotten around to sharing or downloading them yet, it was yesterday. More fool me, and I’m pretty sure there will be nothing the ‘Genius’ at the Apple store can do to recover those photos. I guess we could take a trip back up to Hutton-le-Hole and stage it, but I doubt either of them would be up for that. I am kicking myself that I didn’t share the pictures with them both yesterday. At least they got to see them…
But it’s not just for myself that I am upset with Apple (but I am upset with them, let’s be clear). My son has had his iPhone SE for 18 months. About 8 weeks after his warranty expired, his phone started misbehaving, actually having similar problems to mine. It’s very annoying for me but it’s potentially dangerous for him. At 18 years old, he’s off galavanting with his friends in big cities, sometimes late at night, and not able to rely on his phone to keep him in communication with his ever so slightly needy parents. He’ll be off to University in September and I’d like to be able to keep in contact (the phone is only one of the issues we’re dealing with here, but let’s eliminate the easy, technological one, shall we?).
I don’t believe, at their ridiculous prices (the iPhone SE retails now at £379 and the most expensive iPhone is the 7 Plus at £719 – let’s face it, people, these prices are absurd) that the phone should then last less than 18 months. And then what? You just have to buy another one?
Here’s the elephant in the room – why are we all so dependant on our smartphones? I’m not judging, I will admit to being a little lost today without mine. It’s been only a few hours, but so far: my cousin’s granddaughter was born, and I missed the Whatsapp message (but I did see her daughter’s Facebook post and pictures, beautiful); my plumber texted me to arrange to come out to fix the boiler, but luckily had the landline and called me on that (and yes, we have a landline, how retro); my Fitbit battery ran out – it now will not show the correct time because to do that…you got it, it syncs with my iPhone. So I’m one hour and fifty two minutes behind, just hoping I can get it to talk to an old iPad so we can get back to the correct time. It’s a little unnerving.
Meanwhile I am waiting for my new employer to contact me (they have an email address but no landline) with details of my contract; my yoga classes are booked via an app on my phone, though I have found a way to do that online; I bought bus tickets from a mobile app for First Bus which still has some unused tickets on it; and mostly it’s still about those photos I won’t get back.
Imagine, a woman of my age being so reliant on a piece of technology, what hope do our young people have? I’m not addicted to Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat, Facebook and all those other apps they are on all day long, but still I am experiencing a significant amount of inconvenience.
I am taking the carcass of my phone to the Apple shop tomorrow to see if anything can be done, but I fear it will be a dead loss (pun intended). I shall have to wait for my son to return from his latest travels to check the status of his, but we may need to take it for emergency medical attention as well.
My current thought is that we might both (probably the whole family) migrate to a different brand in the very near future. One that, even if it behaves like an Apple phone (which it won’t), would be cheaper to replace annually and still not reach the exorbitant costs of a new iPhone.
My sister likes her Motorola Moto G5 Plus. I’m currently considering my options if they can’t revive my phone. Any suggestions?
RIP iPhone 5, we’ve had a good run of it.