The Husband has just today received off eBay a secondhand LCD projector that came with no manual. As he's never daunted by the lack of anything as puny as mere "Destructions" or a pesky non-functioning remote control, he's got it going lickety spit, so can show anything off his pooter (DVDs, iPlayer, interweb, etc) and shine it onto a wall so it’s huge. It's a bit fuzzy still, so I think the lenses need a damn good clean, but nevertheless our study is now his very own fleapit cinema. I’m going to have to get him some velveteen tip-up seats with drink holders and a sackful of microwave popcorn, I can see that. And sell him cartons of orange juice from a tray tied around my neck.
It’s the first time he’s been childishly happy and excited for over a week, so even at a hundred smackers including shipping it’s paid for itself already as far as I’m concerned.
I've been so worried about him and all the Our Ma stuff. I was wondering how grown up is it to have a daughter of 30 only a couple of weeks ago. Now I'm thinking, how mature and terribly responsible does a chap feel when he puts his mum in a home?
Too grown up, for sure...
It’s the first time he’s been childishly happy and excited for over a week, so even at a hundred smackers including shipping it’s paid for itself already as far as I’m concerned.
I've been so worried about him and all the Our Ma stuff. I was wondering how grown up is it to have a daughter of 30 only a couple of weeks ago. Now I'm thinking, how mature and terribly responsible does a chap feel when he puts his mum in a home?
Too grown up, for sure...
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