Reading in bed...

Kerri was reading Harry Potter and I was into chick-lit. I had to wipe away tears of laughter at one stage. Rosie the cat, who was snuggled up between us complained about having her sleep interrupted.

Poetic justice, says I.

I need a stronger weapon to deal with Indian Mynahs. These "rats with wings" are returning in strength now that the batteries in my laser pointer are running out. I can't just get up and shoo them away, because they take care to visit the ground under the bird feeder when other birds are there, and if I shoo away the mynahs, the gorgeous parrots take fright. Hence the need for a pinpoint weapon.

I really want something stong enough to vaporise the hateful things, but annoying them with laser beams is something I'll settle for.

Too old for HP

My daughter did some babysitting today, and the mother, in
conversation, asked what she did on the weekend. "I was reading the
latest Harry Potter," she said.

"Aren't you a little old for Harry Potter?" the mother aked, regarding
my 19YO daughter skeptically.

"I don't think so; I had to fight both my parents for reading time."