When the surgeon stands me up, several thoughts go through my mind:
1. Have I really got to the grand old age of 29 without being able to spot the timewasters?
2. Maybe he’s been caught up in a really long surgery…
3. Really long surgeries are like kidnap, sudden death and being trapped under something heavy.
4. This time I’m going to block him using an app that doesn’t tell me when he’s tried calling.
The next day, I’m holed up in the office til late. As I approach the station, a busker strikes up a soulful rendition of Let It Be. I stop to listen, rooting around in my bag for my phone. The new all-singing, selectively-blocking messaging app came highly recommended by Which. I open it to see, in the corner of the screen, a shield symbol, and beside it a small number ‘2’. Disbelieving – and perhaps a little relieved – that yet another developer has misread the brief and interpreted ‘blocking’ as ‘putting the offending messages into a separate inbox so they’re impossible to miss’, I tap the symbol.
The first text expresses outrage at being blocked on WhatsApp.
The second informs me he’s just got out of a 14-hour operation.
I tell Beatrice.
‘That’s hot,’ she sends back, reading my mind.