It flickered, and crazed, and the display went wonky.
A not-too-far-but-far-enough away Samsung shop had a screen in stock, and would fit it for me if I got there by 3.30pm. It was a 45 minute drive, I should just make it.
I jumped in the car, and set off.
En route, I wondered if I should have uninstalled some of my apps (or wiped the device).
When I got to the shop, the lovely lady took my phone and said they were going to wipe it before they started. They hadn't mentioned that on the phone, and I hadn't realised they would do that. They could back it up to the cloud first, but that was taking too much time, so I told them to go ahead and wipe it.
Later, at home, I found my backup from two days previously. And then I found that my WhatsApp hadn't backed up for the last month. Flipflop.
Still, I had my backup of my contacts and my SMS. I synched, only to find I had the settings the wrong way round and, pouf, all my contacts and my years of SMS were gone.
This wasn't going well.
In the end I located an older backup of the contacts and the text messages, and used that. Small Person kindly sent me the photos I'd sent her of the last few days, to fill that gap. Messenger and Facebook were fine.
I hadn't deactivated my banking app, so I had to phone them to get access on my newly wiped phone. I never phone them. I couldn't remember my security details. They were fab. Really helpful, despite being mega busy because of the British Airways breach.
Of course I then had to set about changing my IDs and passwords, just in case. All my email passwords, all my devices. All the other accounts that run my life. And then the various website passwords. That was tedious in the extreme.
That will teach me.
