I’m testing this posting blog facility in Flickr, so if I completely cock it up, it’s really their fault, k?

Anyway. On to the subject at hand. My youngest son. The one who is probably going to be an engineer because he’s obsessed with electrical sockets and wires. The one who gave himself an electric shock yesterday.

No, all my electrical sockets are covered by safety covers, before you glare at me in the “you really are a neglectful mother” tone of voice, but the one thing he is obsessed with at the moment is my exercise bike. I’m glad he’s feeling the need to be fit, even though I’m not even sure he’s ever seen me sit on the thing during his waking hours. He’s also obsessed with playing with the wires on the back of the battery-operated pedometer/heart-rate gizmo thingymabob (that’s the technical term).

These wires end in plugs – much like the headphone plugs and sockets. I’ve told him off a few thousand times, but it’s not particularly sunk in. Then yesterday morning, he tried it again … only this time he’d been sucking his fingers until they were nice and dribbly first…

… cue large amounts of hysterical crying. I comforted him, safe in the knowledge that as it was a battery it would have hurt, but not harmed, and that it would be a valuable lesson…

Five minutes later, he was back.