Excitement was hand delivered this morning in the form of my new phone case. This isn't a thinly disguised product review, but an explanation to myself of why I spent a disproportionate amount of time choosing what is clearly exactly the same case as I had before. It's a bit shit, I'm told, as in "Rich, your phone case is a bit shit", but fits my functional requirements rather than my desire for style. It's not about the phone, but seemingly quick access to the camera and a bank card slot to finance coffee, both integral components of my running around.
