For so long, it lay in the corner of my living room, unloved and dusty. Much of the time it was forgotten, partially hidden under the couch; an element of my house now as redundant as the salad spinner and the talcum powder given to me for Christmas in 2011.
But then, last year, my landline telephone suddenly returned to being a vital component of my life — to the eventual enragement of my partner, but, no doubt, to the