Dring, dring…
“Hi Dad it’s Isaac…”
It’s nice, isn’t it, that they make the time to keep in touch, Especially when they are all the way upstairs in the attic bedroom!
“I’ve sold the Iceman on eBay. Can you pop it in the post for me?”
Hmm. Why do I get the feeling this bad back is being milked for all it’s worth.
“No Dad… I told them it would be posted out today.”
In fairness, he has been bed ridden for the best part of three days. So I fell for it – despite the fact the chiropractor said he really should get up and moving around to supple up the muscles prior to his appointment on Monday.
For the benefit of the uninitiated, the Iceman is a six stringed axe-like instrument of doom (well, heavy metal at least), so “popping it into the post” was going to be more than just a quick lick-and-stick. One hour, yards of bubble-wrap, three disassembled then reconstructed cardboard boxes, and a disobedient stanley knife later and the Ibanez Iceman was on its way to its new owner. And I – having missed my footing on the post office steps – was limping my way back down Market Street with a dodgy back!
I wonder if I could get away with retiring to my bed to take advantage of room service and get everyone running around for me?
Yea right!