We are fortunate in these times to have a home large enough that we can get away from each other and do our own things.
Thunderthighs’
laughter at some YouTube or similar clip can often be heard echoing down from
the penthouse.
Ferretfingers
favours the living room where he, sometimes, has full control of the tivo box,
his laptop and other devices, and access to his many road atlases (he has a
passion for maps).
Fester
occupies the office compiling his mining and coal-trade data in stygian gloom;
he closes the curtain because the sunshine gets on the screens. He has one offline pc on which he types out
his data, his laptop accessing online historic newspaper records (he is
currently trawling local 19th century advertisements for references
to the coal-trade) and ‘my’ pc on which he listens to radio, podcasts and
highbrow tv programmes on iplayer.
Because he is obsessive (his word) he spends far too much time doing
this, exhausts himself and then has to go and lie down on our bed; where he
watches live lowbrow tv, usually people buying and selling tat on Quest.
I
can be found in the garden, or the kitchen, or the living room annoying
Ferretfingers by demanding control of the tv, or silence so I can read, or here
in the office on ‘my’ pc on social media.
Last
Monday afternoon I came up to do some media socialising and, finding the office
empty, went into our bedroom to converse with my husband.
After
a while we heard a very loud “I’m walking”.
Looking
out of the bedroom door I saw Ferretfingers mounting the stairs and go into his
bedroom for one of his road atlases.
We
leapt out of/off the bed and, before he could descend, got him to step into and
out of the bath.
This prompted the following facebook
post.
Ferretfingers has just climbed the stairs. And we got him to climb in and out of the
bath.
Ms
Exlibris Does this mean you lose your bed? 🙄
Bentonbag
Yes, damn it, I have to go back to the martial bed.
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