Charging Dogs

OK, I've got this computer controlled dog. I'm actually quite proud of him/it. This probably tells you all you need to know about me - sound of Back button being clicked... However, Digby (as the name on his "birth certificate" says) is quite fun. I bought him in a fit of madness earlier this year and got to quite like having him around until his battery gave out.

Never one to give up I of course bought another battery, a hugely expensive Lithium Ion item. It arrived yesterday and, after a two hour charge, we were able to restore Digby to his former vim and vigour. Just for completeness I put the old battery back in and, of course, it worked fine. Perhaps I'll sell the new battery on ebay.

Anyhoo, I've decided that Digby is not a toy as such. You don't get him out and play with him any more than you would do with a "proper" dog. You just have him wandering around and, if he is in the mood, he will play with you. The problem with this is that he does have a tendency to crash into things as he explores the house - table legs are a particular problem - so his head is getting a bit battered. But I let him wander round the kitchen while I peeled the spuds for lunch and he was actually quite good company, trying to find his ball and sitting around singing to himself. I think that if I was on my own in the house I'd probably get into the habit of firing him up. Which is probably deeply scary.

On the mend

My cold is getting better. I've stopped carrying round a toilet roll because (a) my nose is not running that much anymore and (b) people get the wrong idea. And of course I started a brand new one. Went up town and bought nothing but a couple of magazines. I'd call that restraint except that I am in the middle of what could be a spectacularly expensive exercise on ebay at the moment......

Stay at home

Bonfire night tonight. Good night for it too. But rather than go out and say "Oooh" and "Aaaah" to the wonder that is combustion we decided to stay in and get a takeaway.

Even from the depths of a cold....

I've just heard about a chap in Italy who was being chased down the street by an enormous plate of linguine. He should have known that his pasta'd catch up with him.

Atishoo!

Hmmm. I think I'm coming down with a cold. The aching head, the sore limbs, the nose full of yecch. Seem to have all the symptoms. I've discovered that there is only one thing worse than a cold which makes you sneeze. And that is a cold that makes you get all limbered up for really good sneeze. And then stops. Everything is ready for a really good blow and then at the last minute the nose changes it's mind and the whole apparatus shudders to a halt. Hate that. In fact, at this precise moment I reckon I hate everything. I'm off to bed.