Yes, I know I'm exactly a week too late to be talking about this. But I had no intention of buying one of these. But somehow I ended up with one in my hands. I don't need one, they're really very expensive (Michael pointed out he could have flown to London for the price I paid for it) and I am always at my computer anyway. But all of these points are entirely irrelevant. Because I'm in iPhone heaven.
I'm not going to trumpet its virtues and accolades, that's been done enough, by everyone and his mother (I say his, because from the myriad reviews brimming on the world wide web, this seems to be a male-loved item) and I don't need to add to the testerone-infused pile. I will say that it is all it's lived up to be and more. Although I'm still blushing somewhat about the fact that I bought one, I'm ecstatic. I feel like I am holding the future in my hands, that this is something I never believed I would see in my lifetime. My grandchildren's perhaps, but not mine. This is all very strange for someone that likes things the slow way; slow cooking, hand sewing, and thank you cards by mail. Call me old fashioned, but this Grandma is enjoying her slice of the future, very, very much.