Just an old-fashioned girl

Today Ned returned the faulty pedometer, which had been given one last chance to behave on Saturday, when it registered about 11,000 steps till teatime then decided 371 was a much nicer figure, and exchanged it for an updated all-singing, all-dancing racing model. Which is all very well, but I can’t work out how to set it. After spending some time finding the English instructions in the three sets of enormous pages of info, it then took me 10 minutes to discover how to open the battery case. Removing the plastic tab from the first battery promptly set off the rape alarm. Gosh, that’s loud. Having silenced the damn thing I managed to set (nearly) the correct time, then turned to inputting the weight and stride details.

It was at this stage that I carefully unset everything, replaced the plastic tabs for the batteries, folded the destructions and neatly repacked it in its box. Why? Because it is all in metric. The weight is in kilos, the stride distance is centimetres and the distance travelled is in kilometres, and has no imperial option. I don’t do metric. This one will have to be returned as well. I hope he kept the receipt.