By Peter Rosengard, June 18, 2009
In Canada visiting friends last half term, we had just taken off on a flight from Montreal to Toronto. “Can I have my phone back, Lily,” I asked my 13-year-old daughter.
“I haven’t got it, Dad.”
“But I gave it to you at the gate!”
“I put it on the table.”
“I didn’t see it.”
“That’s not my fault!”
My mobile has not only got 1,200 numbers in it, but losing it means business disaster.
Also my mother would like to hear from me again.