It's my fault.

Carlo broke something the other day and I said a slightly bad word. I saw him clock the word and file it and I thought to myself 'oh no, that is coming back soon.'

So last night he showed Josie a small broken toy and Mummy asked him what happened.

"Carlo buggered it," he told her.

Maria stayed home with me today and discovered my iPod. She spent hours plugged in, singing along very loudly and dancing to the same three songs played over and over. The hit was the Steriophonics' Walkie Talkie Man. Then she tried holding the iPod by the headphone cable while she danced and so when it clattered to the floor nearly buggered it.

Then our new tv was delivered this afternoon. The guys set it up and then seemed perplexed when I asked them how to get dvds going on it. So they set it up some more and were about to leave when I asked for a demonstration. The demonstration didn't work very well, so they changed it around and left. Of course then the damn sound wouldn't work. I swore and cursed and it still wouldn't go, so I had to go back to the shop and ask them to return and fix it, stretching my pidgin French slightly beyond its limits. When we got home I switched it on and it worked beautifully. So I had to ring them up and explain that I got the tv going and the repairman was no longer needed. This was much beyond the few nouns and fewer verbs of my French, but I still congratulated myself on achieving the conversation. About thirty minutes later the repair guy showed up.

Bugger.

Not sure how big a 70cm screen is in inches, but it's plenty.

Why are televisions so ugly? Because the Apple company doesn't make them.