Wiping his hands off on his jumper before shoving them in to his pockets, Dad stood there, rocking on the balls of his feet.
“Are you just gonna stand there and watch?” I raised a brow at him, but he shrugged.
“If they’re full of anthrax, you’ll need someone to pull you out of harm’s way.”
I snorted and reached for a pair of scissors just as Mum came in, and propped a hip against the island.
“You too?” I asked, exasperatedly.
She only shrugged. “I’m not doing anything else at the moment.”
“And to be clear, you’re both just going to stand there watching? Not help?”
Mum and Dad shared a look for a moment before turning to me.
“Yes.”
“Yup.”
I sighed.
Some time and three papercuts later
Me
Did you do this?
I sent a photo of the haul laid out on the kitchen island.
1 large, rolled up projector screen
1 HD USB projector
2x Dolby Surround remote play speakers
2x Speaker stands
1x Large picnic blanket
3x Plastic pumpkin shaped popcorn buckets
1x USB – Loaded with assorted Horror movies
1X Variety box of assorted popping corn
Joon
Remember the park?
[Sent 12:03]
I smiled, but it was tremulous, because I did remember. And it made me miss him so fiercely that he wanted me to re-live it, even without him.
The three of us – and really that meant me and Dad – spent an hour setting up our impromptu movie night in the garden.He insisted on reading the instructions for the projector, but eventually I got fed up and plugged it in. It had literally been as simple as that.
“The box quite literally says ‘plug and play’, Dad.”
I waved the aforementioned box at him once again, but he only grumbled disapprovingly, having been robbed of his moment.
