You gotta ditch that thing.

The phone. The stupid cordless phone. The stupid, cunning cordless phone.

First, it was the intermittently bad reception. Then it was the battery that needed charging every two and a half minutes. We had finally had enough.

But put off action for far too long.

Then—enough! The phone is history, a mouldering relic of technology gone bad. (Welcome to the trash heap, "phone.")

We now have a new phone, and this one exists to serve. (Read: it knows its place.)

Who's laughing now?

UPDATE: You gotta pull it gently.

Long ago, we got new shower rings, and they were an instant disappointment.

The situation has deteriorated. Now, naked rings leer at us from the shower rod hoop thing. At any time, three or four rings dangle idly, supporting nothing! What is their purpose! Are they mocking us?

You gotta turn it off near the floor.

The shower continues to sabotage our domestic existence. The warm tap—or just the handle?—has gone mental. We tried taking it apart, installing new pieces, etc. And for a little while (a day?) it seemed to work okay. Now, you can sometimes spin the warm tap around and around and it makes no purchase. Once hot water comes out, it comes out strong and very hot. To turn it off, you need to turn it off at the little pipe by the floor. I don't know the technical terms, and I don't want to know! I will not stain my patriotic mind with such words. It smacks of collusion! Some say we must know our enemy. Yeah, nice try.