Diva ex machina.

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Another thing I bought yesterday was a USB A-to-mini cable. From Maplin. Their in-house Nikkai brand (British-made cables with a Japanese-sounding brand name), gold plated, nine goatfucking quid. I know, I know. I wanted it NOW MUMMY to charge my MP3 at work. It turned out to do USB data okay but not USB power, which is what I bought it for. Today I took it back to Mister CRAPLIN's Emporium of Dubious Electrick Rubbish (and they gave me my money back without the slightest fuss) and I stopped by the paaahndshop on the way home and got a memory card reader that includes a 30cm cable of the requisite sort, which just happens to do the job perfectly. Serve me right, and a close call.

Did I mention I really like my cheap and cheerful crappy little MP3?

I also got a long-sleeved black T-shirt with an inexplicable Volkswagen bus on the front. Hey, it was three quid and I needed a long-sleeve.

In further excitement, the younger teen managed to burn her hand this afternoon when she knocked a frying pan off the stove and ... instinctively tried to catch it. Second-degree burns down her thumb, first-degree on some fingers; largely a lucky escape. This gave arkady a particularly trying afternoon. We got takeaway pizza and beer each.