a new toy

i went around to my house this evening, something i have taken to doing since squatting at a certain someone's place... upon arriving home i thought my dad may just have lost the plot.

dad: u have mail
me: i saw that, think it is bank crap
dad: no u have mail
me: (going through the mail) yes here it is, bank crap, merely telling me how much poorer i am…
dad: (snatching mail throws letter onto floor) hmmm
clearly dad has some issues that i am going to let slide and continue to remain focused on my tea making, yes the kettle is very warm, nice day, ignore the plot losing...
dad: what was in your mail?
me: have u gone mad, bank crap, me, poor, u throw letter?
dad: hmmm shouldn’t u open it?
me: fine i will satisfy your morbid curiosity in what the bank has to tell me and pick my post up off the floor behind the breakfast counter....

he he he what do you know, the letter sits on top of a box, a brown box, a rather large firm box, oooo with the letters of branding on the outside....
a laptop, dad finally came around and realised that i wasn't making the crap up about my computer crashing and no longer working hence the squatting at a certain someone. I now have my own portable toy that is being used to let the world know that i can shout out when ever i feel the urge.... no more library queues, no bugging a certain someone, no more shit i cant access my files the sky is falling.... good dad!