Younger daughter is sulking on the sofa. Her phone ran out of battery when she was calling me to ask for our alarm code. So she had to wait in the garden for an hour until I got home from work. She blames me and has already shouted at me. I pointed out that it was not my fault her phone ran out of battery, and I was not in the mood for being shouted at. Strange how I always hope for a lovely time when she comes home to visit, and how so often she is in a foul mood.
So I dare not raise the idea of her helping me to find out how to use my new phone.