My father walks into the room. His face is creased in a tired smile.
- Did you get mummy anything?
- Yes. Theatre tokens.
- A what?
- Theatre tokens.
- A dish toaster?!
I then collapse in laughter, which lasts for about a minute.
It wasn't that funny, he's just a bit deaf. This is a definite sign that the cogs are loosening, even now.
Sorry for no posts, have been crazy busy. Man UCAS is a drag. My weekend was eaten up by a combination of John Steinbeck, Gustav Mahler and ... the bookshop, as usual.
Everyone is going to turn 18 before me, which is very depressing. That said, I will be weeping for lost illegality when the time comes,
xxx
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