This is a scheduled post, and I will reply to any comments tomorrow.
Sam bought me this ‘retro’ phone for one of my Christmas presents. I absolutely love it!
When I was 18 back in 1975, my parents acquired their first phone. It was mustard in colour, and resembled this one apart from the hash and star buttons of course (my 18 year old self asks – what are they for?). It dials a little faster than I remember, but when it rings, the sound reminds me of my teenage years and the excitement of the new-found delight of talking to my friends for as long as I was permitted to. If I chatted on the phone for too long, my mother would appear in the hallway and ask whether I thought her name was Baroness Rothschild.
We’ve kept the more modern phones as well, but this one sits pride…
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