An Obsession is Born....

My doll chum, now with eyes...

Rather than the normal Saturday routine of sofa/ cat/ book/ Classic FM/ sweet oblivion for a couple of hours, I have discovered a new and disturbingly addictive world - the world of hidden object games on the iPad. I have spent most of the weekend battling evil clowns, finding collections of Egyptian artefacts, wading through the swamps of Louisiana in search of pirate gold and now I am setting up an antique shop. It is all very strange.


I have never been a gamer, nor have I seen how certain persons (ahem ahem) can get so engrossed in a game, whether it be Soccer Manager or Angry Birds, that all conversation, sunlight, sustenance, entertainment, sleep and normal bodily functions are rendered obsolete.

Let's see if we can guess if he is a
Goody or a Baddy...

However, there I was on Sunday afternoon staring myopically at the iPad, mumbling "bugger bugger bugger" under my breath, only emerging to peer at the clock and think "GAH! It's 7.00 and I haven't thought about dinner". Luckily a chicken was happily bubbling away in the oven so I could get back to sewing the eyes onto possessed dolls and pinpointing Aunt Agnes' coffee cup collection. Which I suppose makes World of Warcraft look normal.