Harry's Blog

Sean said "ladygarden" on Eastenders the other night. I'd have posted about it sooner but I was still in shock. Can't believe they let that in the show.

Ladygarden.

Great word isn't it?

Say it with me...

Ladygarden.

Mmmmm.

It's late and as is often the case I should be in bed but I'm. It's Friday night - well Saturday morning - and this is the time when I tend to find myself doing pointless nonsense online, either talking to friends via MSN Messenger or just playing games.

I can waste hours in front of a computer just trying out all kinds of silly nonsense. So far this evening I've tried to tackle the thorny problem of my work newsletter. The damn thing is so old that the copyright notice is written in hieroglyphs. Modern email programs such as Thunderbird and Outlook 2007 just show a garbled mess instead of the carefully selected set of interesting reviews and news I have lined up for our readers.

Our little boy, bless him, has developed a fear of a small plastic bath toy. He's getting better - the first evening he met the little green alligator it sent him into hysterics. His sister on the other hand rather likes the alligator.

The terrified lad will now approach the offending reptile, he'll even hold it, but there's one thing he won't do - look it in the eyes.

Still, as his mother told him in all seriousness, "don't worry, it's only an alligator." I just hope such advice doesn't come back to haunt us should our boy go backpacking in reptile infested climes in his college years.