Who's a Clever Boy

There's no denying it, I'm feeling pleased with myself. After months of frustration I've finally done it. I've put a moving picture onto a blog. Thanks blogging friends 'who have made it all possible.' My technical skills being what they are, without you it would not have been possible.

(Plus my wife has done the actual setting up bit. I am totally incapable. Mind you, there's nothing worse than people who are good at everything!)

I feel like John Logie Baird must have felt when he first sent that picture across the attic room on the 26th January 1926. Ok, ok, my efforts are hardly earth shattering (more like Yogi Bear than Logie Baird) but he, Baird was only thirty seven for goodness sake and had all of his brain. Plus my efforts are hopefully going across the world, not merely a room in the backstreets of London. Who would have believed it of this man! So, for my amusement, and hopefully yours, here goes.

We, my wife and I looked after an aunt in our home for eight years. (From the age of eighty six until she died in her bed aged ninety four.) She arrived at our house, scruffy, confused and hungry, clutching an equally dilapidated eighteen year old cat. They both eventually settled in until the cat inevitably died as old cats do, to leave a gap in the old ladies life. She missed her feline friend and we needed to find her another companion fast. Enter Happy, courtesy of the local Sunday fleamarket, a stopgap of low quality and even lower taste. Happy lived with my aunt for over four years and was still regarded with affection even when joined by another of the living, breathing variety. Well done Happy, you brought pleasure into an old ladies final years. The funny thing was, though he performed on a daily basis, my aunt never ever remembered what a miserable old devil he really was. Try him and see! (If anyone is as remotely bemused by technology as I am, this means clicking on the link, 'Enter Happy.')<