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.