Since about half past nine, she’s sat on the sofa, furiously tapping on her little DS touch screen as I try to drink beer and watch the whole fifth series of Peep Show (a hugely worthwhile endeavour, relatively speaking).  Eventually, half an hour ago, she said she was off to bed.  At least I got to see the extras without any tapping.

Rather disturbingly though, when I went for a wee a couple of minutes ago, I noticed she had decided that she wasn’t quite tired enough for sleep.  Sitting, in a darkened room, bathed in the dim, blue-white light of the tiny, twin DS screens, she sat, tap-tapping away.  After expressing my opinion that it’s not right, I asked what could possibly provoke such preoccupation.

“BakeMania”.

She’s tapping into the night, making virtual cakes.  Jesus wept.  She’s got a Mario-Monkey on her back.