The day I went deaf.

Okay, admittedly the title of this blog post may be slightly more of a metaphor than it seems to be. Partially because I'm not deaf, and haven't ever been deaf, and partially because it's not even really about me at all!

This blog post is about my poor 3 year old headphones, as the one named R has suffered a slight malfunction today and subsequently poor L is now an only child.
And it completely wasn't my fault at all! (Just to make that clear). All I did was sit down and possibly snag the wire a teeny tiny little bit. Then R started making silly hissing noises so I played with the wire a bit and then R stopped making any noise at all...

L was devastated and sank into a deep state of headphone-depression which meant he couldn't continue to full capacity and I had to put him into a retirement home for his own good.
My iPod however, boldly carried on and then ran out of battery without me realising.........

And if you don't feel sorry for my poor headphones because they're inanimate objects blahblahblah, instead, just imagine the situation on the train as this is all happening:


Very sad indeed!
(and check out the angry birds on my phone;D)

ANYWAY.
The consequence of all this is that I've had to adopt some new baby ones that'll hopefully arrive within 1-2 business days:)
Meet the new L-R team!

THEY'RE PURPLE:D