Last night Mum put a ‘ready meal’ in the microwave oven. When I came downstairs I found she had left the kitchen, and the microwave was flashing the following message at me: “O.P.E.N. D.O.O.R. O.P.E.N. D.O.O.R. O.P.E.N. D.O.O.R.”
I opened the door, took the cooked dish out, and put it on the chopping board.
Mum came through and looked around, surprised. “Did YOU put that there?” pointing at the dish.
“Yes,” I said.
“Is it cooked?” she asked, frowning as though she couldn’t quite remember.
“Yes – the oven said to open the door, so I obeyed.”
She put a second dish in the microwave, started it, then said, “Hmm. I could leave little notes round the house telling you to do things.”
“Notes only work if they flash,” I said.