Necky
A few years ago I'd bought a Christmas Present, for the man who alway's says, “I don't want anything.” My Dad.
I'd got him a trio of joined packs inside a red tartan, that you fold up and place in the microwave.
Tonight I walked in on Dad and said, "Where necky?"
He had sat forward a tad and I'd taken the tarten thing from where he'd lain on it, in his seat.
I had then placed neckie in the mic for two a half minutes, then walked back and thru it over his neck and shoulders.
He had sighed with pleasure, then said, “Ahhh, that's nice.”
I still say it was one of the best presents I've bought him.
3d Tardis
It was a Thursday when my friend had called round, ostensibly to take me out and about; but it also provided me the chance to pay him the coin that I owed him.
Looking upon the Tardis on my locker, amongst several Doctor Who figures, he had begun to speak,
“Remember my friend who you asked about making one with a 3d printer?”
“Yes,” I'd replied.
“He says that the cost of the materials alone would make it prohibitive to make.”
I'd then pointed to the Tardis on my locker that DJ had made for me.
“But that's...”
“I know,” He had interrupted, “you showed it me the other week.”
The knowing smile on his face conveyed a lot more.
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