Rabbit's Ears.

I was quite disgusted with this display of exhibitionism; it is, after all, perfectly acceptable to do it to an elderly maiden aunt, but to a poor defenceless Gromit?

The Old Lady wants a new machine for reading her talking books to her when she's in bed; she uses the television in her sitting room but it is the only device she has with the facility so I took myself to the local shopping mall to see what was available. They had a display model that I tried one of her books in, with only five large buttons and an enormous knob it seemed ideal for a lady with not much sensation in her fingertips and even less vision. The downside was there was none in stock (although, inevitably, the computer denied the fact). One has now been ordered from another branch and delivery is promised for before I return to Mbra for the first film of the new cinema season.

Said Nephew returned home today leaving me with a month's supply of fruit and chocolate brownies, it will be a tough job consuming it before it's "use by or it will kill you date," but someone has to do it. Being fair, by the time he'd packed the car with spare furniture (and a tin bath(?)) there was little spare room; the offered loan of a roof rack on which the Young Porges could travel was not entirely flippant.

Note: This particular Gromit is called "The Wild West."