So some of our friends came around; and brought their kids. We got out the Chumby, the roast chickens, the giant spiders…no, seriously…
And Maud didn’t want to leave her first Unix system. (First of all they found the touchscreen settings, which were presumably more fun than watching it looping over RSS feeds, but the real hit was when they discovered the Web-radio functions and started blasting us with “smooth” jazz and various West Coast hard rock stations.)
Meanwhile, the local cop in my home town in Yorkshire used to say that community policing was the art of keeping all the ne’er do wells in the same place, so you could keep an eye on them.
