Wow… You guys sure have some great stories.
When we started this competition we had no idea what kind of floodgates we were opening by asking for your stories, but man did you guys hit us with a torrent of tragedy!

With over 700 entries between Facebook and our Competition Blog, it certainly took us some time to read through them all, some were devastating, some were hilarious, and way too many involved a toilet.

Seriously people.

Stop dropping your phone in the toilet. That's not what they're for.

Of course we can only have one winner, and as tough as it was, we finally decided on this one:

I was up early one morning to take my dogs for a run around the garden (we have a couple of acres which they love!). It was still very dark, so I couldn't see very much at all. I had my phone in my pocket, as I always did, to keep an eye on the time and make sure I wouldn't be late for school.

The dogs were particularly energetic on this morning, so I was running and jumping around with them to give them a good exercise. We were having so much fun, but the morning was to take a turn for the worst. As I reached into my pocket to check the time, my fingers found nothing but the inner lining of my trackpants.

“No. This hasn't just happened.”

My fingers hurriedly snatched at thin air, still within my pocket, as if they would magically find my beloved first phone somewhere in the depths (a Motorola V3 Razor) – but they had no such luck. My phone had fallen out of my pocket and into the grass, still wet with the morning dew, somewhere in the 3 acre plot. Bear in mind that it was also winter at the time, so the grass had been somewhat neglected and was in desperate need of a cut.

Aware that I had to eat breakfast and leave for school shortly, I decided to run back to the house and call for my dad. We quickly concluded that the best way to find this jet black phone in the early hours of the morning would be to ring it.

The next 10 minutes were spent wandering around the garden trying to listen for this phone, but our search returned no results. Defeated, we wandered back inside as the sun was beginning to rise, and I had to tackle the day phoneless.

I spent the full 6 hours of school worrying about my phone as I watched the rain pouring relentlessly outside the classroom window. The Motorola was alone and cold in the grass, soaking up the water like a sponge, and probably lost forever.

Fast forward to after school. I arrived home as the rain started to die down, so I put on my coat and set off on a second expedition to find my phone. I searched for another 15 minutes before I gave up and walked back to the house, once again, head hanging towards the ground. As I was walking, I saw something glistening in the grass, right by the side of the house.

MY PHONE.

I swept it up off the ground like a mother protecting her child, and proceeded to inspect it. I flipped it open to see if it was still working, but it had turned itself off at some stage during the day. I tried turning it back on, but the inner circuitry had been damaged, so the power button sent power to the bluetooth light and not the rest of the phone.

It was as if the phone was making its final goodbyes with this flickering blue light, struggling to cling on to life. The light faded out as I tried to resuscitate it, and then it was gone. I shed a single tear.

Our heart goes out to Bianca Davidson, who not only lost her phone, but had a gruelling day of anxiety, hope and desperation before finally discovering her poor phone's fate.

Of course we don't feel absolute pity for you, because now you're getting an Otterbox Symmetry Case and an iPhone 5s to be kept safe and sound inside it!!!

Congratulations, Bianca.

And thanks to everyone for your amazing stories. They really were a treat to go through.