I care that they care. I’m happy that they’re happy. I’m pleased that they took the time to share with me, if even indirectly.

Yeah, iirc my iPhone 6 initially couldn’t do it, needed the phone company to enable it on their side (kogan, I think)

It felt wrong to put it in my bag, so I held it out in front of me like a dirty nappy, and took it to the nearby shopping centre’s concierge.

Was out with my daughter and her friend, and we found a wallet on the ground. The friend picked it up and immediately handed it to me, and now I’m ‘what am I meant to do with it?’. But only in my head, because I’m the grown up who just can deal with everything.