A long, dark journey into dystopia (AKA four days without my phone) | Brigid Delaney

When I leave my mobile on a bed in Sydney, my life quickly unravels. It turns into a movie. A very bad movie. Not starring Leigh Sales

In Sydney, housesitting for a friend. She comes back early on Friday morning - about 7am. She's going to a symposium thing - Leigh Sales is speaking and she doesn't want to be late. She'll help me with my bags and we will go to the train station together. I will then go to the airport and fly to Melbourne. Don't want to make my friend late for Leigh Sales, so pack really quickly.

At the station I realise have left my phone on the bed - along with some makeup and a book. Do not care about other things - but I care about the phone! Cannot contact friend who is journeying to symposium. Go to the airport feeling weird - and panicked.