So she lived appily ever after..

“Forget your troubles, come on get ‘appy, you better chase all your cares away..”
That’s a song I sing – I dropped an “h” in the  name of artistic licence. And I can sing it, thanks to the miracle of (legit) free songs on the magical mini computer that is my phone.
My phone is like Mary Poppin’s bag: full of stuff you’d never imagine it could fit. I made the switch from apple to android grudgingly last year, but my handset (Vodafone Smart Prime 6) is constantly mistaken for an iphone 6, which is a serious result, because it cost just 30 quid, brand new.  Despite its price tag, it does everything I need it to and that’s where I come back around to my apps – and my singing.

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