Innovations!

[Woot!]

A homage to the magazine/brochure "Innovations"

I was shaving my pullover again. I do it a lot, whenever I spot incipient balling. I used to have balls, fur, on my pullovers like teasels. Or at least like those sticky green ball bearings that mainly go for your socks. I don't know what they're called but the leaves are as rough as a cats tongue. Ah yes, cats deal with fur balls don't they? I would have got my cat to deal with them on my pullover but its breath smells like a Russian whaling ship.

I was just wondering if I had gone too far and could see through to my shirt when I noticed the porch light come on. It was either 'Friend welcoming' or 'Intruder deterring' there was no way of telling which. I though I saw a flash of the torch-of-tomorrow.

Anyway, I switched on the dog bark just in case, and just long enough for it not to reveal its repeated electronic cadence. I looked through the spyhole and as soon as I saw a thermal blanket clad figure measuring the distance to my letter box with a sonic digital measure, I knew it was a friend.

‘Down boy,’ he shouted as he came in. ‘Not too late am I?’ he asked, glancing at his travel sickness bracelet. ‘No,’ I replied, looking at my pyramid clock, ‘Its only...er .. Its not too humid in here for you is it?’ He remembered my worry after the humidifier and the ioniser had reacted to produce an electric storm over the rubber plant.

‘How are you doing, performing, acting?’ he asked. I noted his electronic thesaurus had arrived. In answer to his enquiry I showed him my blood pressure indicator. He tutted, ‘You're overdoing the exercise stairs.’ ‘Hmm,’ I reflected, for I was remembering his indoor bicycle converter that had put him and his dragon kimono into the easy assembly bureau in a shower of personalised labels.

‘What’s new?’ I asked, plugging the kettle in the wall safe again. He smiled indulgently as I transferred the plug. He banged his watch glass on the twenty kilogram weight hanging from the picture hook, then held his wrist in the washing up bowl as we waited for the kettle to boil.

‘Rien.’ He answered.

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