A few months ago I was generously given a phone as mine kept dying on me and the battery was one of those irreplaceable ones.
I duly set-up facial recognition in addition to a password.
Unfortunately, since then it has only recognised my face... maybe once.
I think Boris and I have a lot in common at the moment. He looks completely shagged-out running the country during the pandemic and the Brexit crisis; I looked completely shagged-out through the stress of my elongated divorce. We both look our ages of 55. I used to look ten years younger but lately, I am looking battered.
The only real differences between us are that Boris has a 32-year-old girlfriend, a top job and a stack of cash whereas I have two cats, a tea cosy and haemorrhoids.
It's a man's world.