REQUIEM FOR AN iPOD
It was just four months old and it blinked its last on Sunday night. There had always been difficulties updating, a weakness in its makeup, I suppose. Monday morning when it did not respond to mains only power there was no doubt, it had totally expired.
It looked lively and funny wrapped in its shiny multi-coloured flower cover. Many a smile I received when I took it out of my bag to attach the ear phones jack to it and swtich it on. Such pleasure my iPod gave me on long and tedious journeys. I could sit and listen to enjoyable podcasts of many varieties, uninterrupted by extraneous noises and demands. I had the delight of thoroughly relaxing to favourite music which I had put into compilations that suited me.
Now, I wait for a box to arrive from a security company, with the ignominious instructions to place it, and only it, into the receptacle and seal the iPod in the box with a returns label; that way, my little iPod can be returned in its pristine shiny white state, back to its maker.