It was all my fault! I had become rather complacent, having considered myself far too sensible to do anything as daft as drown the little fella! Sadly, my complacency was mis-placed, and stupidity took over when I managed to put my Fitbit through a wash cycle. It was Sunday morning and I got up and went downstairs to have a coffee. Very rarely, for me, I decided to go down in my nightdress, and, for some reason I still can’t fathom, I attached my Fitbit to the pocket on my nightdress. WHY on earth would I do such a thing? It’s not as though I was planning to go for a walk dressed as I was! Anyway, I had my coffee and went back upstairs to dress, totally forgetting about my Fitbit. I gathered up a pile of washing, and threw my nightdress into the pile. I took the pile downstairs and shovelled it into the washing machine without another thought. It was only later when I as hanging the washing up to dry that I noticed the Fitbit looking very sorry for himself at the bottom of the basket. I picked him up – his casing looked a bit cracked. I pressed his button, and, where it should have been giving me numbers of steps, flights, etc, it was giving me words. Not rude words, thankfully, but it just said things like “Steps”, “Miles” without anything else. I tried again later and got the same thing. I was convinced that he was dead, especially as this seems to be a common occurrence if you read the FB forums, and no-one’s FB seems to survive. I did the only thing I could do – I got on to Amazon and ordered a new one straight away, thinking this was my opportunity to get the new, flashier model, with Bluetooth functionality!!
I left poor old FB on the charging cradle overnight, and checked him this morning. When I pressed the button, a little ‘0’ came up – looked promising. I ran around the room and pressed the button again – a number ‘9’ was displayed! 9 steps! Rumours of FB’s death were greatly exaggerated! I quickly got on to Amazon and was, luckily, able to cancel my order.