Moo?

I know .. that's a bull and the noise they make is more of a Blare than a Moo but his picture was far more impressive than any of the Cow pictures I have to hand and I'm ever loathe to just lift one off the clipboard or whatever it is people do . I much prefer to trawl through my own box of delights even if they're in storage disarray that it takes me half the afternoon when I could have been reading the paper , writing my novel or simply catching up on a cheese scone . And yes thanks I do know that putting my photos neatly onto a memory stick would tidy them all up and speed the laptop up beyond my wildest expectations never mind dealing with something called Crap which personally I thought I had got the measure of these days what with those little bags and the dog having almost learned about Mr Whippys being best deposited outside on the grass rather than bang in the middle of the pale sitting room carpet or ( even better ) on the Design Rug in D's office square on in front of his desk .

Moving on , the moo is all about today's festive mood it being half term and the end of the working week and all that , and having had some cancellations at the Day Job I slipped off a little early having taken some leave and sitting in a car park in town decided to fiddle about with the new sat nav which D bought me to replace the old -model- long -obsolete ( by virtue of the fact that each year it cost as much to update as a new model would to buy . Indeed not just to update but to permit use of .....Including a telephone call to Germany to re-boot or whatever is the correct terminology , the installation of various new CD s into a machine in the back of the car which almost caused a hernia and a broken fingernail on each occasion . And , given that the car in which it was installed is just about obselete I concluded that nah , it just wasn't worth the annual upgrade fee . )

The new satnav as all of you technical bods will know , includes many a fun feature , including a variety of funny noises to alert one to the approach of passing points of interest . Those of you who know me well will recognise my infantile interest in the funny noise , indeed the variety on offer was less than extensive ( my brother for example has a more compelling catalogue on his personal voice recorder , 72 at the latest count but this is not to be encouraged and possibly should not be noted here as one understands his partner is not aware of the collection ) but I did manage to add a Moo for each restaurant approached and a loud bzz and cuckoo affair for every open car parking facility which will come in handy when I am touring in the mornings looking for a parking space . Theoretically at least . I have a feeling that unless I download the Updated Traffic Information Option at x pounds forty two per month the cuckoo will not tell me that the car parks are full except for the disabled spaces or the ones that the traffic wardens are standing in , clipboards at the ready and pens poised . There is after all a credit crunch affecting us all .

Now I just have to get my head round Twitter ?