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Wednesday, 2 January 2008
No Greyhound
I'm still obsessing over the Roomba . Or the idea of one . I've been researching and so far I've come up with about two negative comments and both of those relate to the old ones , the so called First Generation Roombas , which were allegedly a bit noisy and prone to get stuck under your coffee table or snagged up on your rug tassels ( no one has yet mentioned what happens if they come up against a spilled drink or a pile of poopy do or a veritable kebab centre stage ) , but compared to the pile of positive comments, nay accolades ,I can tell you I'm nearly sold .
But not quite . I tell myself , if I had just spent whatever it is ( I haven't really worked that out yet ) on a robot vacuum cleaner which is likely to be open to scrutiny and ridicule , particularly if I'm a man ( I think , women being much more supportive of the folly of their sisters , urging each other to go for it if you want it then not laughing later when it turns out to be yet another damp squib ) then would I be likely to slag myself off in public by giving it a negative critique ? Maybe not ?
D comes in and asks what I'm doing . Most of the day I'm actually sloggng away at a court report , but in my break times , I do a google search on blogs and research roomba . He catches me watching a little promotional video which goes on and on , has two inane types ecstatising ( is that a word ?) over the cute little thing in a kind of carpetted sand tray type arrangement set up for the camera , spinning and turning and lighting up when it hits a bit of kitty litter or a grain of sand . Its later seen hopping right over a tangle of cables and gliding seamlessly over the tassles of a chunky rug . But as I say , still no mention of barf or dog-sausages . Fur Balls ? No thanks .
But I'm getting eager to try it .
D turns to Alice whose head is under a cushion in case he should suggest a walk . She can hear the rain battering at the windows and despite the books telling us that her memory lasts only thirty seconds so its pointless telling her off for the pool on the mat when she doesn't fancy going out in the rain ( as if ..... ? ) she seems to have a remarkable memory for the cold and the rain and I can almost see the run on the beach in the biting winds this morning etched on her face " Don't make me go ! Please , I 'm not really here on this warm sofa . You don't really have a dog , you just think you have . Oh please dont make me go out ! "
Look Alice says D companionably ..... its just like when we got you . She researched for ages , talked about nothing for puppies and dogs for weeks . Internet , books , papers , talking . Then suddenly , quiet . Thats' when it happens . It goes quiet for a couple of weeks then Bingo , you moved in ! Next it will be the Roomba . You watch !
Alice stays under the cushion . Nothing moves . Its true . She is a figment of our imagination .
We have no greyhound .
But not quite . I tell myself , if I had just spent whatever it is ( I haven't really worked that out yet ) on a robot vacuum cleaner which is likely to be open to scrutiny and ridicule , particularly if I'm a man ( I think , women being much more supportive of the folly of their sisters , urging each other to go for it if you want it then not laughing later when it turns out to be yet another damp squib ) then would I be likely to slag myself off in public by giving it a negative critique ? Maybe not ?
D comes in and asks what I'm doing . Most of the day I'm actually sloggng away at a court report , but in my break times , I do a google search on blogs and research roomba . He catches me watching a little promotional video which goes on and on , has two inane types ecstatising ( is that a word ?) over the cute little thing in a kind of carpetted sand tray type arrangement set up for the camera , spinning and turning and lighting up when it hits a bit of kitty litter or a grain of sand . Its later seen hopping right over a tangle of cables and gliding seamlessly over the tassles of a chunky rug . But as I say , still no mention of barf or dog-sausages . Fur Balls ? No thanks .
But I'm getting eager to try it .
D turns to Alice whose head is under a cushion in case he should suggest a walk . She can hear the rain battering at the windows and despite the books telling us that her memory lasts only thirty seconds so its pointless telling her off for the pool on the mat when she doesn't fancy going out in the rain ( as if ..... ? ) she seems to have a remarkable memory for the cold and the rain and I can almost see the run on the beach in the biting winds this morning etched on her face " Don't make me go ! Please , I 'm not really here on this warm sofa . You don't really have a dog , you just think you have . Oh please dont make me go out ! "
Look Alice says D companionably ..... its just like when we got you . She researched for ages , talked about nothing for puppies and dogs for weeks . Internet , books , papers , talking . Then suddenly , quiet . Thats' when it happens . It goes quiet for a couple of weeks then Bingo , you moved in ! Next it will be the Roomba . You watch !
Alice stays under the cushion . Nothing moves . Its true . She is a figment of our imagination .
We have no greyhound .
Hoy ! Quck ! That Dog has got her nose in the nuts !
The cats take up post as guardians of the Festive Goodies , signalling their disapproval when Alice does Silly Greyhound things like sticking her nose in the bowl of pistacio nuts , sneezing and rejecting " too many irritating shells " and then snorts into the dry roasted peanuts .
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