I left my phone at home this morning.
I realised as I was on my way to work. I almost turned back, but thought I could make it through the day without it.
I was foolish.
I felt bereft all day. While I waited for my computer to power up I reached absent-mindedly for my phone to check Twitter, only to realise it wasn't there. Every time I got up to go to the kitchen or the loo or downstairs to move some boxes I looked for my phone. It wasn't there. I always take it with me. Today I couldn't. It felt weird.
Cathy says this is evidence of something that she has known for a long time - I spend too much time looking at my phone. I think she may be right.