Smile for the birdies

Last Wed­nes­day, I finally took deliv­ery of my Mac­book Pro. Five days on, I think I am finally over the worst stages of simply strok­ing its sur­faces and gaz­ing lust­fully at its con­tours. (You don’t want to know. You really don’t want to know.)

Here, how­ever, is an illus­tra­tion of the some­what tra­gic depths to which I have sunk. Namely, three sick­en­ingly cute items cur­rently situ­ated in the centre of the Dock at the bot­tom of my screen:

Clearly, there is no hope left for me. Shoot me now, but please, please, please don’t shoot the lovely little bird­ies, because I would cry like a baby if you did. Or at least like a spoilt brat.