ipod

Clumsy me has left his iPod (ok, Veerle's iPod) in his pocket, when throwing his pants into the washing machine. I left it to dry, but probably not long enough. The reason might be that Veerle insisted she had to have an iPod when she goes running. As I also prefer listening to nice tunes on the train, instead of hearing people rant about their latest misadventures (such as dropping hi-tech gear into the washing machine), I decided it was high time to buy a new iPod. The iPod Touch is a bit too costly, so I went for the revised Nano.