Phoney

My employer has given us all Blackberries. These things just turn up on the doorstep, out of the blue, with no word of explanation - which, given that it's a communications device, seems a trifle ironic. Tilly and Isobel have phone envy. I'm not that excited I must say - but then I'm middle aged.
At least it seems like a more usable thing than the previous lump of smartphone uselessness they foisted on us.