No not me personally.
Mog had an iPod for her birthday. An inspired present this; no more lugging around cases of CDs, she can have all her music on one small super smart little gadget. And she can lend it to her sister to doodle on and play with the calendar and calculator
We like it; nope, we love it. Mog gets to listen to her choice of music for hours on end. If she needs music on all night I can slip it under her pillowcase and quiet music will play into her ears and hers alone. The battery lasts for hours, the music capacity seems to be approaching infinite, or at least far more than Mog's current music selection, and one day I'll even figure out iTunes well enough to tweak the thing into even more intelligent behaviour.
That was the plan, anyway. Yesterday, after Mog's bath, we dressed her and padded her up and plonked her down on a beanbag so she could wiggle and kick and generally
And then it didn't work. The iPod was silenced. And Mog was laughing. And Mog had managed to wiggle until the iPod was underneath her, and then with fiendish good timing had managed a massive Movicol induced tidal wave which flooded the beanbag. Swimming is not, as it turns out, one of the iPod's strengths. It drowned.
I plugged it into the computer. Nothing. I left it alone for a few hours to dry out, and tried again. Nothing. I googled many things and tried most of them (avoided the "my iPod didn't work so I threw it across the room and then it did" one). Nothing. Just one smart shiny useless piece of metal. Tried again today and I think it's safe to say it's not a happy beastie.
OK, so an expensive mistake. Tomorrow I'll phone Apple and see what they have to say (I predict "we told you not to let it get wet, would you like to order a replacement?").
Today Little Fish's feed managed to soak my iPhone. My phone which is so much more than a phone, my phone which has photos and all my telephone numbers and my diary and all the girls' appointments for the next three years and just about every other piece of my life on it. And now it is not happy. And nor am I. I'm hoping that since it's just water not poo it might actually dry out. Meanwhile I know it's backed up; I'm sure there's a way of persuading iTunes to give me the information (and if there isn't, please don't tell me; I need to believe there might be). But one of its more minor features is going to cause me a bit of a headache - it is not only my phone (and my diary and my address book and my photo album etc etc etc), it is also my alarm clock. Tomorrow morning could be interesting.