An email advocating an iPhone update has arrived from Apple.
It arrived a few weeks ago, to be more precise. But I have been saving it, unopened and unread, for a New Year morale-booster.
There must be those to whom January is either an active pleasure or a neutral irrelevance, and to them I doff my cap. To me, the New Year is a torment of bleakness and despair; a waking midwinter nightmare when the Godfearing take to slippers and dressing gown, and shuffle
