There, I did it. Yesterday, I dived behind the couch (the one that migrates into the bay window every winter to free the radiator so it may warm the place more efficiently) and extracted Sproggy's portable DVD player.
The one that had, until then, been resting unused since the eve of the day he died.
The one which had not been touched since his little fingers pawed it last.
I brought into the kitchen to plug it into the mains and see was it still working.
The screen (still hanging at an angle after having come loose under Sproggy's rough and tumble care) remained black....until it dawned on me that I may have to flip the switch on the socket.
Finally it sprang to life and brought up the last image Sproggy would have laid his big blue eyes on.
All the while Skippy was eyeing me from his booster seat - suspiciously and expectantly at the same time. He burst into a loud giggle when the DVD started in earnest and the first "Shaun The Sheep" theme music came on. His little head bopped at random intervals as he remained glued to the episode.
An odd first. One that sort of feels like a big deal to me. But maybe that is just me.
