Everyone thinks I must have found my volume control this morning, turned it up, and then broken it. I only had one volume setting all day; LOUD.
One of dad's old flatmates came for a visit. They found themselves having to either pause conversations or talking really really loud to drown me out. I wasn't crying. I was very happy. Just being loud. Big long drawn out 'aaaaahhhhhhh's.
Speaking of volume controls, I'm rather taken with the TV remote. Today I spent the afternoon lunging at it, while dad spent the afternoon watching the cricket and lunging away from me. Dad laughed that with all the toys I have, I seem to be much more interested trying to play with things I shouldn't.
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