Eavesdropping

Thats an ugly word. I prefer to say that I was 'Testing a new and vital piece of play equipment' before anyone brings a lawsuit against me.

Whats it all about, Sergei?

Well, I recently took Ivanovitch junior into a toy shop to help him spend some hard-earned pocket money. Whilst he was grazing the shelves with the usual boyish enthusiasm, I took a peek around the shop. On the 'Action & Adventure' shelf, my magpie mind was attracted to a pair of plastic handcuffs. Moving on before I caught the attention of the attractive Shop Assistant, I then noticed a little 'Super Spy' pack, containing plastic binoculars, secret code book, light-up pen, and tucked away in the corner, an eavesdropping device, which basically consisted of an earphone and a miniature microphone.

I found this little gem again last night whilst sorting out Junior's bedroom, and took it downstairs to replace the battery in it. Then I took it outside into the garden to see just how good it was.

I switched it on, turned up the volume, and started hearing my neighbour talking quietly to his wife in their kitchen. Very clearly.

Pointing the device towards my other neighbour, I could hear his teenage son tapping on his computer keyboard.

Further down the row of houses, one chap was putting his new conservatory together, listening to Radio 2. He must have been about 50 yards away.

Amazing!!

What a laugh.

They say that eavesdroppers hear no good of themselves. And I can now testify to that well used maxim.

Mr. DIY dropped his hammer onto his concrete path from the roof of afore-mentioned conservatory.

*@C* ME!!!

My ears are still ringing.

Pardon?