It's my life: Tric Kearney

PLEASE tell me I am not alone when I admit to having a less than healthy attachment to my phone? 

So inextricably linked are we, that perhaps it would be kinder to name it something a little more intimate than ‘my phone’.

Occasionally I realise that our relationship is toxic. It’s usually right about when I look up, punching the air triumphantly having reached a new level on Candy Crush, only to see a child of mine staring at me, “Mum, you are not even listening!”