Friday, 25 May 2012
My wireless mouse
I love - loved - my wireless mouse. He was black and fitted my hand perfectly with a feel of suede to the touch. In his tummy was a neat slot for the widget that goes into the side of the laptop, so useful! There was also a red light which flickered violently when you picked him up as though his little heart was panicking at being off the gound. So why the past tense? I have lost his widget and he doesn't work. I have ordered another similar but it won't be the same and I feel as if I am in mourning. Ah - maybe I left the widget in the laptop when I took it to the computer doctor for a health check? Do you think I am becoming too anthropomorphic about these items? Or even mousomorphic!