Bit off more than I could chew with this apple

Moore Street used to be the epitome of auld Dublin but now resembles the street scenes from Blade Runner: an exotic mix of fruit and veg sellers, stalls offering designer bags of dubious provenance and rows of small shops selling supposedly smart phones.

The kids love, as they call them, the Chinese shops, and for the obvious reason that they sell iPhones and the like for knockdown prices. So the middle daughter was delighted with herself when, having cobbled together money from birthday presents and other unidentified sources, (CAB have nothing on my kids), she came home with a shiny new model which she held as if it was an artefact discovered in the ruins of an ancient castle.

Except it didn’t work. It did all the fancy slidey things iPhones are supposed to do, but fell short when required to make a phone call. So we brought it to the 02 shop and the man there solemnly diagnosed that the problem wasn’t the SIM card, but the phone.